My soul awaits
In the shadow of a dream,
I am one of the fakes
Showing only my gleam.
I'm the poet who cheats
In rhymes, never forlorn,
I'm the aorta that throbs
When the thrill is long gone.
I'm the portrait of sin
When repenting no more,
I'm the shape of the scream
Everytime my heart's torn.
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