Snargrees-Weird-Flying-Hologram of a parental foot.

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What are you looking up in that face?
So alike to the previous one




Stalking harpies all around the watercolor lake
Where aint no fish-shaped appearance
Waiting within


Scars in beggar´s hands on the lonely street
And the thing is…Nobody knows…


Something falls apart from the whole
Something replaces it
Something crawls, looking for it
Somenthing still alive turns unbeatable


There, in the crowded end
everything at all fails outthere,
inside this place there are more places


It doesn´t carry on, just slides
came back to underline your mouths
wish that could happen


Past is getting closer to
the jam-packed gap of crowd
just where I hide from my backfear


. Josué Manchado Valle