Losing the sense
Can ́t save what the rain
puts down on the rate
by baking my mold…
There ́s nothing that explains
the deep pieces of the pains
I guard so fool.
That ́s made me grow
enfolds the void,
in which my foil
bonds the frown
to the rile of my fears,
where both of my ears
hunt for the command of cheers.
Thanks for reading
My best regards,
Fran Almagro
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