The End Poem by Aldo Kraas

The End



The end
Taking a good loot at myself in the mirror
The end
I always ignore the warning signs
That my body is sending to me
The warnings signs are almost
Identical to the traffic lights in the street

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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