Repeat Sins

The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.

Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.

Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.

The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.

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Repeat Sins