And I was left dreaming
with the hope on my back
with hope kept
in the torn pocket of a pants
in the bottomless trunk of my disappointments
lethargic in time
obsessed with seeing you
my eyes turned red
my mind withered
that the moon was not yet full
that time was diminishing our desire
br/>it will be the moon
it will be the desire it will be
and I was left in suspense
with a short story
at the lowest levels
of my heartbeats
br/>among the implausibility of my frustrations
lethargic in time
obsessed with seeing you
my eyes turned red
my mind withered
which still does not know the moon filled
that time was diminishing our desire
it will be the moon
it will be the desire it will be

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