Shouts
deaf, mute caresses: moments of reflection.
time I mowed the back reminding me that kills idealism lovers kissing each other without being able to touch.
is not the time to conjure up the ghosts of old times. It is not me it was not yours.
You do not know who you want I sleep in your arms and give kisses warlocks who do not have names on the skin. Vos not settle. Today you are surprised by what the moon always critical, this conformism emetic, cowardly ... only that disguise lies with metaphors of alignment.
And I walked away. Your cannibals debora
your own bones. Eat your words, your ideal ... you have no shadow because you're a big lie. Your reflection is just a blue light in the distance ... and I am happy to be so far to not see your self-destruction. I doomed to mediocrity and that is not ever leaving.
sea revealed to my truth, I stripped to his anger and I felt free. You need to spit spines to forget without rancor, the fish dies by the mouth and the words spoken are not sure of the poet's suicide.
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