I am older than time.
I am nameless, although I am called many things.
I scare people into silence.
My eyes are dark oceans, with both angelic beings and unfathomable demons in the water that is dense.
My eyes are warm and their dangers are hidden beneath.
Their naive bodies swim into the water, though the current pulls them further from the land.
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A World for the Guilty
PoesíaA series of poems that I have written and that I am yet to write about my experiences, the people and things that I Iove and hate, and my emotions.
