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beyond our finger counting
turn of the century
sorrows are mute with age
losing voice & words
to the choking hold
a sudden rainstorm fills in
for tears our eyes will not wring out
is there no untapp'd well beneath my heart
to slake the dry rage in my mouth?
there's no fear of falling
when your life is a snake's crawl
among broken glass
embrace the pain
to find the light you seek
there is no birth & death
there is no end to birth & death
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Gracias por tu interés y participación en el desarrollo del Proyecto Mayor--
pero si lo que interesas es malganarte la vida vendiendo mierda, lo siento por tí.