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May 2019
Try to find it
funny.
Not to let it seep into the cracks.
The eyes, man.
Hear it trickle,
drop after drop.
**** forgiveness,
I want it real,
Not to cry.
The eyes, man.
If  /if / if
Virtues and all,
Or maybe puzzlesfor
Them her you, yourself *
The self maybe? No
The eyes, man... The eyes.
Written by
Charro  23/M/México
(23/M/México)   
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