Poems from Mateos

A twist of the limbs off the tree makes an entire population cry. For plants do not matter, but the tongues that leave a worse bite. Eyes...
I stagger to get on the stage Because the air is filling up in my brain. The men in white that hold the metals close at hand Say I should...
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins. The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders. My air is stolen from...
Everyone is the labourer of their own dominion With each deed carried upon the towers kept till the End. They will soon be discarded for...
Paper dolls delicately scatter across the plains. Their grace and poise burdened for my name. Either they sneered or talked with me seeing...

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