A shadow
in my head
as hidden grove
in the sky
I must get it !
I never prayed
and I never burned letters
none of this !
my friends
are my cigarrettes
every night...
I never chase
my thoughts
they go way up high
as shadow of a knife...
Mário M.Carvalho
21.09.2011 London
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