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Thomas Connors |
Nothing is like before ...
The loss is bringing loss!
Affect constellations
Negatively at this time
The Fishes and Virgos?
Or my Greece as a whole?
My entire universe?
Some consolation is
This... Even if you disclaim
Responsibilities,
You relax ... You relieve
From their Hell on our Earth
That is surrounding us ...
What I did or experienced
Sudden turned against me!
I 'm surprised by remorse
For my supposed charismas ...
Why to have brought to life
My miserable seedlings?
Why to dispense virtues
Since is floating the corks?
Why do we fall in love
When is preying the death?
Until the master time
Erase my traces soon ...
My babies earn their wings ...
And you , you forgive me
In impersonal rooms
With serum and nightmares ...
Laugh with ourselves again
Wait to go back again
In the stardust quietly
Along with everything
We ever loved or hate ...
