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domingo, 15 de enero de 2012

Innocuous stamina

Far beyond from every emotion there's the vastness of nothingness,
filling everywhere and every inch, becoming the everything in the end.
The eternal bliss is a mere thought floating through overextend
of those who search in vain, now being fulfillment only a word.

Cast your secret in time once upon told 
living beings who find themselves in digress,
thus you mustn't know what words should mean
but only what they should feel.

When that will of yours started to flow,
the rage you held with the inhered passion became innocuous stamina.
Thereby the shameless years banished in blurred memories of a stained mind,
and finally, shamelessly falling into sorrow.

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