Where is my my skin, my pictures on the wall?
What have you done
that brought the desert inside?
The death walks around
the barking dogs
the childish crowd.
You silenced the house.
There isn't to trace of me
It's just emptyness
It's just loss...
e descobriu que afinal ainda sabia chorar.
que afinal era possível perder ainda mais.
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