Don't wake me up
I'm already dead
I died with you
And went away
There's no calling me back
And no reason to stay
Don't cry over me
Don't waste your breath
Like the earth and the sky
We don't really meet
But the illusion is there
For those who believe
At the end of the earth
In that space of a breath
Briefly we touch, briefly we meet.
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The Mr. Morphine...
PoesíaA collection of short poems that came out of my interactions with Mr. Morphine.
