B Minor How strong will be the windsMore Like This
that ascend my broken wings
as if to stitch... heal them
only to rip them to shreds,
when attained are the cloud castles?
Am I... just this?
A minor twist of contradictions
bound to oscillate at eternity
like an hybrid grass
never to find any peace... at all?
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