I wish you could be a runaway through a flow of my breath
To forge our hands
And settle where no one commands
To be out of your border
Out of the chameleon phalange
That drained the old familiarity for the taste of façade
Secret destroyers that held you to the flames
And made you swallow queen pills
To enfold you in such a sad regret

You slave for greedy flights
To the hopeless blissful places you like to taste
And close the eyes to the wasteland we once kissed
Of cracked oaks falling pestilent leafs

Soon there will be no alibis to hire
No inventory to dissolve the dark days
As it will invade your nostrils like the filth of tomorrow
You will fall, little shallow bride

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