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in the days that pass without a trace, in the silence of my blood
who can no longer feed my flesh,
in empty gestures of my caresses
chasing holograms faded in the eyes
distracted the world
rejecting my joints,
is inside the heart
tired of my past, all this is within
I lost my sword and my strength.
And I lie here,
under the weight of a paper written
rusty armor, that inexorable
speaks to me of you.
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