Vileness and crime,
I give you my eyes,
What do you prefer?
Can you unleash this soul of mine?
So much fire they have given,
Not your care,
More dust in love,
Nor play where you do not lose,
Well, purely in love,
For if the soul touches its gall,
Nor the flower of a single garden,
Those whom I have loved die
And today he cries that yesterday he laughed,
That all affectation is bad.
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Poetry Collection
PoesíaThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
