Pessimism-Absolute
I gave the name to everything.
I saw the morning sun, was hope
I emerged from my menagerie. Was my home
I advanced through the "barbaricine" valleys. Was my dance.
The clouds always moving, had my smoke
my flesh burned by desire. I was real
A beautiful smile for who I met on the street, I was joking.
Hope began to fall behind the mountains. I was always more proudest.
The smell of the night, crept feline
I think I see a star. I called it: simple pessimism
The night now enveloped me like a shroud of lightweight linen
I now burned desire and the last sun, i had become
Absolute-pessimism
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