The flight
fairy wings will fly again cut
but at low altitudes where the light will not come to inflame
your veiled
suffering pain
you try
I look for while day let things lose
boundaries and turn into blurry shapes
wandering in a starless night
you I curse and that melancholy which is the companion
junk because
I can not find where you are, God does not exist
where are you?
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