(Suicide with sleeping pills)
Last letter
Last sending
On the paper I wrote
YOU
I made a boat with it
Sat me inside
And on the sea
I flowed
With
YOU
In my arms
Misses!...
The descent was soft
Until the inexistence,
Which a storm awoke
What!...
I was still there...
And my boat
Broken
Of the mast
And the ends
Unfolded as a shirt
Left me shipwrecked
With
YOU
As only word on my back...
( As Her... tear it, tear me and you will see the result )
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