the cat at night
press his medal as a sound beam through the black
absolute master of the living world and
murkier secrets of the abyss
not give me pause when I start the dream goes
like a ghost full of pride and a disturbing
commanding presence with the visage of a cruel dictator and indolent
and not allow me to dredge in
spirit is mocked with his violent mimicking walking
the lack of smell from my condition
providing water is more wildly while trying something like
una sonrisa demoníaca
que me invita a terminar con mi ceguera
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