This is not the end
I have seen it
In the baby’s eyes
His eyes a window
To an innocent complexion
We have fought it through
Isolated, handcuffed,
Nostalgic emotions kill
even the happiest moments
They slowly try to captivate
We have lived it,
We have seen it,
We have felt it,
It touches every nerve,
Until you give it up.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson.
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