night of misery In
high fever sweating
disease sudan watch as the walls to
travez distances
memories and what we perceive?
if crimson fruits are no longer in the desolate fields? Only the urgent need
to be loved
losing in a moment of doubt before which we tremble night
high misery waiting for the dawn
sweating the memories of your indifference
never could stand
never understood why but I always leave happy to
my hole in the ground
never knew that I changed for convenience
the end we are still some children in a carousel
uncertain
try not to get dizzy in high poverty
night sweating fever
disease and not even smile
I regret nothing ...............
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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