terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2017

Redistribution of matter

As justified
and perfect
as they seemed,
my reasons all
become empty
and rather useless
when I realize
your blood
shall forever
drip from my hands.

All the money
and mischief
cannot hide me
and grant me peace
for what I did
and what I lost
in mere seconds
and gestures...


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