I came to leave flowers by the need to visit the dead.
I came because I found myself walking in circles through the streets to visit with your memory, a vivid reminder that leads me to your own death.
walk slowly ...
Dont know if is correct to return a little back a little to the crying, a little to the last smile you gave me a liar.
I'm running to get to where you booted, I'm running out of fear that leads me death, death, death, dragging and plunged into the seas of your land.
cruel You were the child, the perfect vacuum where nothing was so deep, you were what was needed in the strangest places.
I come and do not know why.
you know that I was never good to give explanations, I always confused with my lies, always navigate d0nde should not, yet ... I'm here.
Remember the need for wet land?
Smell of rain, the mud.
The sky is like these days, these days you can not remember because they do not exist, because I built ...
Still today I can see myself in your eyes and I can feel a memory of you, a fake.
I can remember, even lie, I threw a stone in the river, I can not understand why you do this to me amused.
Let me on the floor, leave me there.
No. Do not try to move, you know it hurts.
never came back ...
I'm here, laying flowers at a cemetery that is not your name, no name, your fake name .-
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