Poema 47

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I, the killer

I try once again to kill the one who dwells behind me.

This shadow that casts the dead light

 on every idle notion of being someone.

I, that switch off every single item that's on around me.

I, the killer...

I'm off to find the one whose existence

is pending on a thread so thin that swings back and forth

from the tree of life that irradiates life with rays of blood

to the dead boy I became, before your very eyes.

I, the killer...

The shining one who beams life now to you all,

sitting on the cold stone that will cover me for the rest of ma life,

without a hesitation, totally shut,

 a love score suspended forever.

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