“Wound Of Your Death.” @flippermood 

“There is nothing left but my desolate soul, my heart forgot about love and I can not find you in my dreams, the wind no longer sings. I collapse in these waters and I think about staying looking for you in the depths of the sea. I have been so miserable. ”


“I am the painful verses that snakes sing, I am the oppressed heart sobbing the pain of its loves, my words do not have flavor but they feed the soul, the soul that understands all the incomprehensible, the corner that echoes rumors of nostalgia. Poetry is the dawn awake at night reciting poems to the darkness so it can dream. Poetry is the life we create in letters and sadness without mouth. I am the soul that is mature and keeps echoes of memories and dreams. I am the one whom death awaits at dawn.”

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