not know what happens
she no longer paints the static look
dotted with nails and white canvas
hoping his touch and caress
inanimate comes
but not full
and tried to cheer her in a fit lit
decided to change his heart full of wisdom for a new
but still the same and I am losing it's
first
the owner of my caresses
of my dreams and fantasies
And
go mad in such a way that created the dried blood in his veins and hugged awkwardly
hopeful challenged my sadness to see her draw
cadence and elegance but first
stained my fingers and she is static and cursing my misfortune
my little brain and sadness
and I am writing because I know
farewell that is dead.
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