Poems from Mateos

A solace of slices are given to agitate the mockery Upheld between our faces in the time of dawning horizens. Known as the people, Pawns of...
The world is like a bowl filled with anything inside,  I never seen the sight before in my dreams. A slience breathes in the air as it...
A later can be mistaken for a week or mintues  before. It aches to see a pain I can't partake in.  The languages he speaks are to no sound...
As crafted neatly within a metal box, My minds and feelings are meant to be left alone. Won't they understand I need to be closed off to...
Shamed is casted upon my wings Like pure snow on empty trees. I see the lost love ironed on their skins Clad in light blue is the symphony...

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