'Boys and girls, off to bed now' the matron hushed
The invisible whips of the unknown hurried the young to bed
Their small pink toes chilling on the frosty winter floor
Just to find love in their dreams
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The Poor Side of Silence
PoesíaA collection on poetry that allows me to gaze into the abyss. As my heart drips into these pages and words slip out of my psyche, this breathing document is to show the world as I see it: celestial.
