I Asked Time And Ash
these few moment of truimphs,
before surrender return the last rays of sunsets to the sky,
my breath merging with this swills ofabundance, discordance turned away,
This fruit in the pinnacle is to be savor,
earned from attrition, savoring the conquest,
Success in renunciation of Ash,
Time hisfingers to stay missionary until I get the last drop, sweet juices out from these glasses, palatably quenched before every accumulated food turned acid
Before restrictions sets the feedings, unnecessary
Glasses turned upside down to be stored after the splendid party held, inside the cutleries to the boards,
legacy as corpse in this coffin that does not eat, declaregastronomy unnecessary and pleasures unwanted andpostmortem
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