Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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Read and sway here,
routines do let go.
I'm junkie John J. Doe,
summers cold tears.

The laughter in painful fogs,
scatter failures crumbs.
These concrete dark slums,
where I live my bog.

Please I need you to know!
Before my descend to woe,
I'm poet too: My... Name...
"junkie" John Joe Doe.