Feel the hollow spine of a world Far from rust
truths are laws
In this brackish water lake
Pungent burning eyes and dreams
Or the pretty girls still swim nevertheless
And aspires to the infinite lake bottom without
The olive branch that we are
In the pop things without names
For this there is no valid return
Just recycling a dark sand
In codes and imitations
In the reflection of red wine
roles and desires bottomless
In the shadow of the rock
So take this day without night
And creates this round you want to see shore.
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