Ostrich Syndrome
Nothing leaves the predator, only one question
sobbing
imperfect when the words do not carry keys or locks, or
mouths to burst by squeezing triggers.
From the front curb, the
rat men with typical speech
ostrich bury their heads in their own funeral deception.
Nothing tears at bay just a pain that struggles to escape a situation
that oppresses and released
before a dream of terror will violate the illusion of a smile.
zombies in men entrusted
some of us entrust to the spirit of the wind
with clear intention of finding wisdom.
Nothing stops us crying
if anything, a thoughtful bitterness which
prayer to undo knots
unworthy souls with indulgence towards the next world.
In precious time we
Friends visit continually,
more when it's duel, there are no shoulders.
Nothing leaves the living dead haunting
that moves in search of his master
and spent our seed impurity in noble branches
because his business is complete hell.
Nostalgia
descending exclusive
filling the inner walls is a metaphor invented.
Nothing leaves the man suffered
case the vague memory of a face of ice, or a bunch
vulgar words
spines when he sees the mountain dress of life. Rossana Arellano
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