by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))
These images haunt my life everyday;
same person, same questions,
same old mistakes.
This empty collection never ends.
it takes the pressure out from me,
and paints the illusion of a kid
as time passes by
and pills drown inside.
Do you remember last night,
our demons still laugh on your bed?
Are you recovered from the pain,
or is it just another portrait of shame?
Tell me.
Because I´m scared.
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