K-rolissa
Poeta reconocido en el portal
Emptiness and space
came to the eccentric root
of my silence.
And here,
I've tried to avoid
the darkest hour
bushing against my thighs
An endless desert of seclusion
carrying memories
that were better off left dead
and unnamed
But explosions
of pleasure drawn
with the shadows
of your deaf fingerprints
lift me up again
on sparkling showers
burned on salt
to water the void
you left behind.
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:: (yes I know it sounds weird)the first part (I don't remember quite well how to say estrofa in english) you opened with ís fantastic, since those three verses you have already a great poem so I can tell you this: You are officially one of my favorite writters here.