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Yesterday and tomorrow
my words remain the same
No room for change, perhaps
no room for a new name
Yesterday and tomorrow
I write all my mind into
a sheet of white until
I turn it black because of
all the pent-up spite
Yesterday and tomorrow
I play with fire on my own
so when I burn myself
I burn the forest that I've sown
Yesterday and tomorrow
I deem it as dead as my heart
the winding roads where you
wouldn't know where to start
Yesterday and tomorrow
I find my role in a play
telling stories not my own
but of people from far away
Yesterday and tomorrow
I live for a while until I've
used up all my time
turning sheets of white
into black voids full
of filth and grime
Yesterday and tomorrow
I'd say words that don't matter
when I open my mouth
you'll only hear a sputter
Yesterday and tomorrow
indeed, I'll see you in
the remnants of my soul
I couldn't forget to remember
ESTÁ A LER
an adjournment of scars, an endearment of stitches
Poesia❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢�...
