Eleven gunshots in marta's room - White Rabbit in a Snowstorm

Now I say, now I do
But I don't know I use to be
My metal heart is free to jam
My plastic lungs drown in your tears
I wish I was everything
I'd like to be Marilyn
In a part of my heart
You still burn

Porcelain warriors
Boxers with sandy hands
Elephants and baby feet
Acrobats with broken legs
Angels with cardboard wings
Blind painters with memories
Inadequate and useless
We cannot

Written by:
Roberto Mitra

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