A bag full of tears
He is lying as always
on the throne of the King of Lizards
abandoned in the middle of the pond
illuminated by the torch of the pale moon.
Him on a solitary leaf
half lying on the bank of dreams
He flapped slowly eyelids
He is smiling as she pierced
hungry for happiness.
- Rejoice, rejoice ...! - Repeated
and instead barely
He could understand that cancer of boredom
He had eaten all his most beautiful thoughts!
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