All the future
It looks tangled,
Gray, opaque and without exit,
Excluding with you.
We are weaving the links.
All the mistakes
That I as human commits,
It´s painful and full of guilt,
Except besides you.
We are going up the steps.
All the solace,
Comfort and charisma,
They warm me deep inside,
Only with you.
We are shaping the intentions.
All the future
It looks tangled,
Gray, opaque and without exit,
Excluding with you.
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