hypochondriac On
The day was full of minute silences
uncertain Looks sick with smiles
E suffering from tuberculosis
tiny words that meant the world.
This was followed a few hours. Quickly
the sun continued its ascent
And she came, invited by a head
A twisted mind
Where thorns vines often live.
became sick time
dying And in his death bed confessed
Sun:
"Sometimes you have to get away
Thorns ultimately have little value" 20/01/2010
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