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Possibilities
I met a white wall.It wasn't that tall.It had sparkling eyes.Thinking what to write on it,I ended asking things.The wall,politely replied back.It made no question on regard.I was confused and awed.Was I to be changed?Were my colours to be tainted?Or had it already ended at hi?
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It was over from before
And so discarded the reply went by.Was it my questions?Was clarification needed?Or too much info poured? Whom, may I inquire.Whom may I return to, without fire? I dreamed a dragon,Once more.And once more smoke I grasped. Fuel is none.And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.Only youth survives winter snores.
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Rejection
Today I said no.I don't believe.Fate is too much a thing outside of me.Whether I said yes,It was fated a meet.A rejection?Brought by stars as well.Orchestrated by who knows.And the unknown why,No one could explain.Where does it fall,The only thing I find purposely in life?Decision is mine.Atoms are hazard in play.The universe's got no mind.Everything comes by,Just like that.Herefore,It was doomed sad.Worst!It was a letter that wasn't a letter.An invitation!Nothing I would want.I write letters to be replied.Yes!As letters, right?
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That wall
I'll walk that wall.Leave behind,Every dream that was trashed.Plunge into the sea,Proud and abide.Linked to my own colour of time.Everything I wanted untrue by design.No matter the scars,I'll look down upon.Upon that long entrance,Where darkness gulps you entire.I'll walk that wall.That's all I call.
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Cowardice
Behind the glass there's past.Severed.Unknown.A great empire.Outside,The rain.Work to be done coming.Mud to be removed.It won't be magnificent.I'll live under the unglory of today,Pretending not to die till I find my place in world.
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Something assaulted me
Hurry up and disappear,The human’s here!But I landed right on it….Jump, jump, free!On the wild weeds hidden be. Unrelentingly curious,The weeds moved aside.Black eyes it stared and I:Just a picture my good Sir?Thanks, bye.
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Imprevisto
Plaf plaf plaf.Bajito bajito.Apenas como un suspiro,Aliento de sol de un ratito.Cuentas de mineral de oxígeno cortando el instante,La luz era una sonrisa Polaroid.
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Un día de tantos
Guardalo y enmarañalo.Sácalo del cajón y examina.Poco a poco hace sentido.Torcido.Minado.Dañado.Estás ahí,Con años encima.Estás así,Con cobardía de sandía.No muerto.No vivo.Esperando por un día.
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Tesoros que no poseo
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Silueta
Cabeza abajo,En oscuros misterios.Las alas se mueven.El pico arremete.Después, De entre las hojas se pierde.
