Keep the heat unanswered
silence is the joke of the wounded,
that tearing the caresses of the living
shed blood of the massacre of themselves.
masochists, can not be cured.
torn and attention, move,
robbed in their good intentions,
no further heart burning in grief.
drowning softly in his hands,
-sweet-hand of the silent night.
of the evening smiling.
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