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Dreams´ Cemetery How many poets are hidden In this badly done rhymes´ sea How many actors are hidden On the option of playing other characters How many songs got lost In the wish to fall asleep N´ forget The words surrounding them How many cigarettes do I have to smoke To avoid that love kills me It´s noon, so what? I already had my lunch That was all I got to do yesterday It´s midnight, so what? I can´t fall asleep Then I stand stood here On the dreams´ Cemetery Few words had promised That I will say "I love you" Few people are able to forget their losses Little times we´ve felt The sweet flavor of victory A casualness bothering The imperfect being that I am N´ Every day I lay down praying To forget what I didn´t have done Copyright © 2022 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved.]