Ii Feel Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

I feel, and i know only the bust survives the city, although, those who fell, victims of the abyss, would trick, without scruples, because, the design, does not permit the unvirtuous to recieve prizes, just as love only recieves flowers, and rejects the dry pettals. so your destiny is, where the petal is but beware the livers of the shadows that have pupills that i love to throw out of my museum, hate that falls to sea, escorted by away atoms.,