i am the owner
of poetry today
it now belongs to whom
suffers the drama
to whom
was
left
not to whom
in love
betrayed
and lied
no matters
who?
died?
when?
your feelings,
your garbage
blooms where our love
lies in its unpeaceful grave
it was thrown
like leftovers away
the words you wrote to her
are the worst i´ve ever read
not because to whom they were addressed
just because your lack of poetic sense
the poorness she deserved
i am the owner of poetry
i said
that is what you left
what a shame
that my Muse
came from hell
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