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These verses call letters
known rhymes and charms.
not know the verses that the soul escapes
writing letters in the place of tears.
not understand my pen measures
is magnified when you fly and hopes that a writer
really warm up my virginity deflowering
pulse
hidden in the disengage of syllables, does not understand the artist
that if one page is full of stars has already
bleeding the soul and the pupils
remain dry.
pardon the boldness of innocence
truncated verse, is the flutter of butterflies
hurried on his forehead.
What anyone saying "no you are a poet!"
Enter the embers of my chest!
There lies my best poem.

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The best poem yet announced



still hurts
symphony of rain on the roof.
still sing like a guitar
veins tightened.

eyes still laugh at the gift of a child. The soul still cries

with bare feet.
still wakes me in the circles
bled.
kiss your lips still outside my mouth
own youth.
still dream of my country
on the distance from the sea.
If still alive ... Why
my skeleton rattles?
Will I still life
invention, because the dead
not know that today is yet?

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You and I will meet. A century of kisses

start the year zero of the first embrace.
That day, both going to die
veins. Or who knows
mouths again be

girls with faces on.
To love, and the beginning of the world, there will be an eclipse

words and silent death for us

sing the wedding march. We are probably
stones
but we will meet again and your hands pottery

will undress my waist at sea.
We're not going to play.