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On days,
Empty stars fill my desolate galaxy.
And pain takes reign over my body.
I take a glance at my feet made of anchors.
A reminder, that I remain.
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On days,
The shadows reach my reality.
And words shapeshift into black holes.
I sneak a glimpse at my orbs made of earth.
A reminder, that I unveil.
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On days,
Colors fade to monochrome sunsets.
And emotions are engulfed with chains of void.
I gaze silently at my body made of thousand hopes.
A reminder, that I heed.
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The mirror is both my friend and foe.
But, through its translucent eyes.
I find the Strength and Value,
of my barren soul.
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PoesíaWords are like water in the midst of a dessert that is our cruel world.
