The pulse
make another pulse
The pulse
make another pulse
Wave make
sounds in my being
My hands go
away into the sky
Falling eyes upon the night
The pulse
make another pulse
What I can
tell with my words
Numbered
dreams around the walls
Pictures on
the floor of my room
The pulse
make another pulse
I see other
eyes in the mirror
Thoughts misused
and reflected
My person
unfold in my vision
André Araujo Ribeiro
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