woke the sun was climbing like a bird dehaciendo
withered leaves and colors
Breaking the gray country of which
hidden in the skeleton of the buildings
and sings every night
to love the stars
skinny cat walked and took my step
I looked but I could see his white paws as caring touch the ground as if he could spot it
realized that between her old short hair and breathed poetry
Today I woke up and rubbed on to buildings to tame
stuck his fingers through the cracks of the tiles to erase the scars
gently kissed
as fallen leaves if the wind take care ...
And then I saw you and the day was the grip that keeps within his rags
and bird feathers left between
see that for more to be beautiful
kept dead.
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