Julian Carlos Co Biography

"Kill the ones that flies."
Those who came are murdered
The Father will bury his sons
And The Sons will bury their father.
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I was never a fond of your tactics
Just a pinch of your beauty.
The luxury of that love is shallow
It never did hit the shore.
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It begins with no sensible truth,
No chaos to kiss.
It's not a figment of mind,
But a figure that dawns upon men, love.
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I've lost it's ways, not sure of it's pace.
Now or will I ever be.
Make such fragile possibility,
Be a spotlight of certainty.
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First is her hair,
Slipping down to eternity.
A universe unbound to be seen
And an ice cold enough to heal.
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