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Wiss
Walking into the mausoleum of lives
i bring me with myself and lies
running from the torments of death and its mask
in my torn dress, i see its eyes
If this life its nothing, but just a test
then i demise
if this veil shows me everything, but the past
then i rather not realize.
Seeking for a culprit
i capture a martyr,
i rip its flesh in pieces
looking for logic;
Seraphim and cupids
shattered to just pieces
i collect them all togheter
to make myself a thesis.
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May-mayhem
Ur poetry is lovely
The_Outsider1977
OMLL i love it! honestly poetry is awesome :3
Kalico_cat_0_o
I like the last four lines, they sound lovely...
Celeste
nossa muito bom!!
maciel
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que foda pqp que lindo