I choose my words
I have my sword
and my pain
I have traveled ten thousand miles
to meet my fate
and my chest is full with pristine hate
Ahab is one of my names
and I will have my chance again
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A blog meant to be updated every time I visit it...meaning almost never. Spanglish, bad poetry, shallow thoughts and probably some punk rock songs. And a movie once in a while. See you at the end of the road
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