Tired and arduous,
Sore maybe.
Succumbed in a bed
In the dark thanks
That takes away
All my attention
Bringing me to light
A world without perfection
Of distorted faces,
Hums and screams
As of a multitude
Without time concept
Plead for an explanation
Willing to answer any
Regardless of the reason.
Pipo Sotero
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