Confession of a corpse

Bodies piled
bruised tip fingers
~ burried~
lips opened in the empty
~parched~
eyes misted
waiting the snow fall
for them to be forgotten

got rid of  others  bodies
but has grief in his soul
carries on his shoulders
the unbearable burden of my corpse
entrained are his steps
aching each bonehomem caminhando na neve

he goes so far
has no horizon to compare
how tall he was

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