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Jun 2015
I’m just a callow
In the business of loving
My heart feels like it was pierced by an arrow
I don’t even know the true meaning

In this weather of nonsense
Like it’s raining or the sun is showing his rays
I don’t know if it decays
I feel the floor slipping through my feet
I feel falling, falling so low
I only noticed when I was so below

Then I found hell, in it I drift
I don’t move slow nor swift
In it I found myself weary
in it i feel myself dearly


Callow I am
Callow I was
Callow I will be
Callow is what you see
Luís
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Luís  Portugal
(Portugal)   
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