These verses demuerte, dying
carrion filled with loneliness crestfallen,
these verses that are steel white, muttering
the conclaves of silence
station blood staining of dead swallows.
These verses of mine, dirty and suicidal
full of metaphors picks,
inflated despair,
with rifles glimpses of fear,
well without these verses are
dying in the fog and heart ...
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