Still left
So many hours
For the sun to rise
And previously my old heart
Is already lifeless,
Exhausted with so much scars.
It's as if inside
I had an incandescent sun,
A red cloud that floats in me
Raking every micron
Of tenderness,
Covering all my corners
Of disappointment.
A premonitory
Feeling
Of desolation
Camp by my inner side
And I know that not even nothing
Can curve the scenario
Where I lose
The calm of my pillow.
The slit in my bed
So deep is
As The Marianas Trench.
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