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begin to remember that from the Damien almost three, thirteen, or do not know how many years now ... just survive in a mass of manuscripts
live in an abandoned shell that rotates multiple variants
festering fetishes
like a faded memory that I Immaculate distaste is coming,
and soon you will emerge a relief earthly paradise
the flow of things, a dart, a pain, a premonition, a flame that devours a
tantric love dream. And here you are, here you are immersed in the incoherence of the days
Alhami profile against the wall thins, its silhouette reverberates advances to evanesce transfigured into a vortex of light
Arle Ascending the spiral Andromeda higher, there ... lascera me sinking little by little in my dreams lewd
torment you, you really haunt the last days of the reign of Damian, the smell somnambulistic between dreams and kisses dry tientos
under oaks in swift flowing grief torrent
shows its teeth tearing decorum their useless flattery
and come back to take the pen and write in his own handwriting. I write to you very
rehearse a text jovial, yes, that seems to take you to the top, but then
going to bite your tongue flame throwing and the lintel of the jaws
cerebral watch you, but instead of writing your story in prose, skips your poetic instinct in a desperate crowd of epilogues
and your voice crushed with bitter contempt cuts off the blood and sleep
and do not deny your vulnerability, you stand between
asleep in the lap of a black rose inked painful moans beheaded
bleeding ... ;
magnified in the essence that lingers in your equinoxes
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