Empty mind day

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light appears in the midst of water and cold
iluminating my vivid black irises which
see all the world in bold
and find the shine between the letters

strength in my legs became
air that get in to my
lungs suppressed by lame
shame of not being strong enough for being

no light brings warm
loneliness with no alleyways
to be facing past daily ends on
empty bed now a refugee
to empty mind boy.

Horas perdidasOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora