My heart is of
May
Of solidary trams
Transferred
Of codes
What it was not
Of the years
Of solitude
Men can make a speech
About comic books
On silver plated wires
That they decorated
The citizen
My heart
Has not much strenght
It is tired now
And guilty
of culprit
Crimes
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