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Sonnet of loneliness

I don't remember the last night I slept,
or I've led someone through a night.
The only company I kept
was the loneliness of my own fight.

There is no more seek for approval,
easy smiles or any kind of brightness.
I tried many tests and just found reproval.
The only thing never left was this darkness.

I lost my wings and in a maze I was caught.
Entrapped in places that have their own mean.
I don't care if I can't find any way out.

When all voices lose their proper smell,
the flame is silenced by hands can't be seen.
What rest is nothing but my dark small cell.





Da época em que morei em Londres.



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