I haven't yet discovered my forte,
I haven't found my lost passions,
I don't think I've found my defensive devices
Against this perfidious life.
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Mientras contemplo la luna llena
Las hojas flotan en la brisa helada
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Your ankles, as they fold
like the blurred pavement
and the carving of a tree,
is a one-way alley,
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What was never said cannot be revived,
Thoughts that were comfort and relief
Among so much despair,
You were all the unfinished drafts,
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As a I gaze at the full moon
The leaves float in the freezing breeze
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Where two hearts beat to the same pulse,
where the soul bares the eye,
and the fog of breaths collide,
I shall climb the curse of your spine,
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Comforting shadows
Mountain that guards,
Humanity, corrupted and denounced
That its despicable gesture throws to me
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Tus tobillos, al plegarse
como el pavimento borroso
y la talla de un árbol,
es un callejón de un solo sentido,
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A beacon of light,
Fish and bread for the starved,
Only to know,
Some are more equal than others.
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