nuggets of gold
carried by an old
galleon
that sunk in 1534
in the Pacific
Ocean
i have a map
on sheepskin
i keep it inside
my heart
i dive deep
alone
i suffer to get
back that
gold
buried deep
in that
ocean of secrets
too much
pressure
i did not endure
i exploded and
died
i am a bubble of
words
this is my
soul babbling
are you still
alive?
do you still want
these nuggets of
wisdom?
these gold that
explodes men
this soul that
looks for a body
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