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I'm the offspring of a mighty current, Conceived in a shark ****** My brothers, I ate them from inside the womb. Their cartilage made me forget That my eyes have room for the sun. My eyes have room for the sun. My body holds the seed of a new race, and from my mouth the sea is born. My cradle was the harvest  of a moon that didn't know how to breastfeed me, Perhaps it was the kiss of the ant, or the kiss of the snake. Perhaps the poison made me forget That I am verse, I am a poem in a bag of bones, I am the misunderstood expression, I am the opportunities of my skin. I am the beauty in the dead of a raging hurricane. My only mistake was having my trial in someone else's sheets. Surrendered my body, Surrendered my will, and the desire to be somebody, in order to have some body. The trust in myself, the love I should feel for myself. I lost everything In the hands of the one who wanted to want me. And today, in front of the mirror I don't know if my gaze blinds me, or lies to me.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
My eyes have room for the sun.
I'm the offspring of a mighty current, Conceived in a shark ****** My brothers, I ate them from inside the womb. Their cartilage made me forget That my eyes have room for the sun. My eyes have room for the sun. My body holds the seed of a new race, and from my mouth the sea is born. My cradle was the harvest  of a moon that didn't know how to breastfeed me, Perhaps it was the kiss of the ant, or the kiss of the snake. Perhaps the poison made me forget That I am verse, I am a poem in a bag of bones, I am the misunderstood expression, I am the opportunities of my skin. I am the beauty in the dead of a raging hurricane. My only mistake was having my trial in someone else's sheets. Surrendered my body, Surrendered my will, and the desire to be somebody, in order to have some body. The trust in myself, the love I should feel for myself. I lost everything In the hands of the one who wanted to want me. And today, in front of the mirror I don't know if my gaze blinds me, or lies to me.
marco-avre
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
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