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written by: Sentimentalismo poético



I wake up
to contribute
to the uncontrolled chaos
of everyday life and death.

We are like this
everything and nothing
at the same time.

Walking and stopping
to pass time,
until death sneaks up.

Looking at the clock,
our countdown to Godot,
the funeral,
the coffin,
the crying
and regretting.

As we walk,
the countdown
Sad and happy
for nothing in the end.

As we go on,
we walk towards turning off.
We go,
until we find that
one person
who makes time stop.

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