Francisco Villarreal Poems

I can only speak a tenth
of what I now feel
though the moon is full
and the stars are bright
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We are like mist
we are the shadows and keepers of the dead
nor dead or alive
we are the ones
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Power to strong to stop
An enemy of hope and love
Immortal due to life
Nothing kills it just numbs it
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Dead bodys, cold air, rotting smell, no souls
Everyone has to die, don't try and stop it
Anything alive that you see will eventually be no more
The shadows of our souls will be gone
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