The poems
Of sadness
Nostalgias
Or melancholy
That they pressure
To go far
Inside of me,
Simulate dancers
In the surface
Of the water,
As Jesus
Bugs,
Without breaking
The balance
In the nucleus
Of my soul,
Because I go
With your armor,
Your heart shield
Protected
Anywhere
That I go.
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