They cut the cord,
Maybe we’re dead.
Felt warm,
Mend what’s torn,
Climb right back.
Would that be death?
"…refúgio nas horas solitárias em que o espírito luta com a existência, e quando o conflito se resolve no monólogo do poeta e na meditação do pensador. "
They cut the cord,
Maybe we’re dead.
Felt warm,
Mend what’s torn,
Climb right back.
Would that be death?
Maybe.
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