Seven years of bad luck digging holes on his knees
Ten thousand times worst than a bee sting
Ten thousand times less sincere
Growing branches of misery from a small seed
Thousand of memories entangled on bruised wings.
The root of all sorrow that collapsed bones and minds
A blank space once filled with aesthetic tones
Filled with dead voices singing out of tune
Failing to hide a scar that will never leave.
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