Miguel Chicas Poems

He sits by his clock on the plains
Pale breeze kisses his faded skin
Crooks eyes away from gleam seas
Pens no longer spitting out his tears
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I eat more led
As I spill more red
Long I reek of death
As I make my foes bed
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Eyeless accepts all that is to disgrace.
Man sees a tree mourn for what he has swallowed.
Animals are rused by his dirty hands.
Man drinks a bottle of careless as a toast.
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There's a flirty storm in my pocket.
Growing soothingly throughout the days
Attached onto my ashen tangled arteries.
I'm feeling very afraid of what it can think.
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In our mother, we look to her.
To swim over the earth today.
Feeling Sleepy as two to live as one.
Not daring to see one to another go away.
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It grows in the center of his core
Two flames craft a ring together
no such control around this balm
It marches out its roots
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Hours look to be gone with you tonight
Here I have a melody in this needle

Well minutes that died in you
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Look out in the pond.
can you sense the danger?
you scream inside yourself
taking a glimpse at the stream
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Money makes me feel good everyday
Overturning my looks at the trees
No animal knows I am the eye of betray
Katana slices the great blue breeze
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