Disreeling in my pen
something 'bout you
while my soul is feeling so anguished
trying so sure about my failure
for undrown you in my lines
but I'm there too
I'm also swalled for this
for my blue
Searching, silly, a salvation
with tired lungs
and despising the atmosphere...
Unfortunately
I just can breathe you.
(R.Braga Herculano)
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