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October sonet
Her decisions are as empty as my dreams.
Her doubt makes my head produce screams.
My hours seem to be faded, when your trust is cremated.
In the graveyard created for that moments...
For our moments...
In october sonets.
Youre unable to find your way.
My frequency is disabled, stay.
Dont leave me labeled, just pray.
For i burn not with night, but with day.
I die by the hand of the sun.
I choose to run and be scared.
Today your life wont be spared.
I wait to savor that moment...
I live for your october sonet.
poem
by
Alejandro Velez
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