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Mar 2021
He muerto y soy.
Soy un fantasma.
Un ente astral y veo.
Veo mi cuerpo frío.
En mi boca una nube.
Una nube azul.
Azul de moscas.
Moscas que comen.
Comen almas.
Hoy las moscas morirán de hambre.

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I've dead and I am.
I am a ghost.
An astral entity and I see.
I see my cold corpse.
Over my mouth a cloud.
A cloud that is blue.
Blue of flies.
Flies that eat.
Eat souls.
Today the flies will die of hunger.
Written by
Jim Rio  27/M/Spain
(27/M/Spain)   
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