Surrounded by blood silence
When even the heart beats slowly
In a chest that breaths uncontrollable
The room was filled with butterflies
On the lips of a wine bottle
Remained pieces of illusions
That lazy left the building
The photographic eye
Filmed that mystery
The space between life and death
Backed with flying words
An inexplicable desire
Made you shudder
Under the nets of that
Pure morning
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