RuthlessA Poem by Ana B.a WRATH compilationDance with me. Later I’ll lie on that
bed of nails. I’ll wait till the sighs' phonology Will slowly die in the
quiet exhales… Cause even nights have
to breathe Patiently serving the sky
to the moon… Shying away from the too
loud grief That’s immersed in the
emptiness’ fume… Even when all has run out I still want to dance… In the middle of the
phantom crowd, Chattel to those illusive
hands…
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