Nostalgia as a wall, was made with steel blades ... Unforgivable
, anxious, falls upon us in full force.
like a fog, like blindness, as something ... I twisted
day after day, without mercy ... Volume
it as a poison,
But I never become immune.
never cure me.
And I'll never die.
© Damian Mictlantecuhtli 2009
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