my sentimental bleeding is only palliative in times of pandemics
just the loneliness that draws around the corner and the sudden taste of disappointment
is all I have left after much wandering.
and sometimes not even that ......
you presented and were what you've always dreamed of this dancer
sewers but always late and you like everything else you slip through my hands
or perhaps even had you in my hands ......
perhaps only an illusion went over my troubled mind
a riot of colors that lit this monochromatic world in which I crawl
drink hemlock in a greasy spoon providing for your loss ; perfection.
and I will ask God for that I got to lick everything in sight I'll never
that love is still an abstract concept that I can not discern
see only in the middle of lightning that lit my nights desolate
does that mean void ..............
Lord thine is the kingdom of my ravings! Mata
in my soul all that means hope.
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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