Edward Punales Biography

There's a staircase in my house,
That leads to the Underworld,
I go down there when I feel lonely.
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He felt stuck,
In the middle of a city or town,
Suffocated by its history
Its culture,
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There were giants in the Earth in those days,
Before Man and Beast,
And Night and Day.
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He's always tired,
Tired because no one likes him,
Always accusing him of working,
Too slowly,
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There was a song we had,
For long nights,
And road trips.
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