Van cold streets,
redemptive absent
here are my steps,
sad walk,
and in my thinking,
you always present,
my chest hurt
wants to sigh,
One thousand lashes
to my dumb body
crying, moaning,
you want to shout,
that is not your name,
that there is no aroma
to shake my brains,
a sigh,
my body lies,
My soul asleep.
Peat is my calm,
in a sob,
tended this arc,
lying the arrow,
to my heart,
want to hurt,
and seek your image,
and emerge your eyes,
shiny tones,
want fulminate,
my burning shame,
burning in my chest,
I said I love you,
and suffer no more,
no river, nor crying,
or seek the shade,
to park my step,
in my solitude,
My voice laments,
hurt you name it,
because only penalty,
Today I mourn ...
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