closing his eyes for a moment, savoring
for a moment those notes, you
imprinted in my mind.
Mandala, angel artificial
sentences with unnecessary
have condemned my love.
Terrified front of a false self,
will ride raising frightful cries,
to awaken what symmetry is in me.
draw faces with charcoal,
on a black canvas, leaving the imagination
the shape of the lines.
In symbiosis
be fishing in that lake artificial
created by my tears.
Playing with colors, paint
love of color ever created, that will shine like fire
imprinted on your skin.
And once again, with false truth
I'll tell you that I love
femme fatale.
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