A nicotine smoke filled the room
And one could only feel gloom
The flame within was dying
And the promising soul, flying
Around, cartoonish people blabbered
Loss of contact was in motion
A mind completely scattered
And a heart ready for locomotion
Torn between dimensions
Not a soul could save
More words full of pretensions
Though nothing prevented the grave
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A Symphony of Whispers - VOL. II
PoetryAnother collection of Poems from my maladies and 3 AM thoughts and desires. Contains poems in English, Italian and Portuguese.
