I lost myself looking for you
What could I have done?
You were a sunset on a clear night–
With fire in your eyes and lightning in your blood.
What can I do now?
You're gone and I can no longer seek you out–
Somehow I have to find a new way to define myself.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesíaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
