How to reserve me
How do I protect myself from this
Of this blind and silent love that disgusts me
When you bring it to you, freaks me out When melancholy touches my nipples
Want to ennoble my senses and my sad thoughts
See the tears that are flowing drip
Forming a river of problems that took on The appearance of sad moments mourning the mind
Store the pains that only scream
Internally and forming wrinkles in the middle
Scratches that hurt and infest the face
Lots of smiles filled with age wounds
Causing a feeling of abandonment
As if I lived by snooping in slums
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