Sometimes I got no single patience.

Sometimes I got these



Sometimes I’m stuck

In lack of laughs.

Sometimes my luck

Lasts just some breaths.

The more I hunt

Somekind of sight,

The more I kill

The mourn I feel.

Things that need stunt.

Things that I fight.

Things that I want.

Things that I might.

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