Plan B At Walmart Minnesota

you always see I still offer my compliments



We embracing the anguish of an omen
night from a road with no exits.
Pale remains of a shipwreck
tossed to the love of life.
We pushed a desolate wind,
shadows of a shadow that turned the past.
We hope that does not come, that's not enough,
that can not glimpse tame afternoon.
We were the traveler who does not beg,
who does not pray, do not cry, who began to die ....
(Manzi - Dames)