chaaby’s

I have knocked the door of the dawn

I hate the sun,

But the sun is the Caesar

And (somehow) I have found, this is too
barbaric

The launching of a battle of the ships

Looking for an impossibility

Drawning on my own photograph

Collecting the heart and the tragedy

Of an immaculate weird puzzles

Choose not to choose

Delibarately emptying the shell

(and) I don’t have the heart

It is, killing you

Killing me.

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