Cristobal Benjumea Poems

Democracy, cherishe child of the blue ray, has its victims
the ignorant

the black holes of war heroes, measurelessto humans
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Lotuses inspire harmony, me to sing.

i wish i was allways singing a strange song about the story of a enamoured pilgrim to your altar
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you are laughter

you are mybeautiful but necesary dew, beauty of love
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Im compounded by more than, im made of raw emotions A limousine is

By air
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what happens

is a sign
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what of it

is there any hope in us
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i lost my christ the one i take to the surf

the ones i like to remember
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My cynisism levels have to drop to the floor

cause of my feelings,
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My cynisism levels have to drop to the floor

cause of my feelings,
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The beguining of the mystery

the desert suggests
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