The Concious Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The Concious



The unconcious
Well go to the forest, and expand your inteligence
If all you can see are four walls
We the broken hearted, reborn, in the forest
Come sometimes in my cave
Crave,
And find new love seated on the red roses

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