I will never be a poet neither a hope nor an inner silence. I will never try to fly again the sky is forbidden for cowards. I will never get again over my sight the smiling song of quiet air. This world is corrupt. Here, where the death is an everyday coin, being alive … Sigue leyendo Trashy poetry
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