to seize life
until the last breath has been shed
to love
until the last tear has evaporated
and then
as it is to be expected
to see it all perish and
go back to what it was in the first place
dust...
just dust
"that precocious, affected, impenetrable child there extended a void of light and a veil of shade that no force could overcome and pierce"
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la vida el amor el odio, todo se vuelve polvo, lindo poema, felicidades
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