molecules Dance, Free
falling from his papers,
Ions detected passions
Not everything is maintainable,
annual documentation 15 meters out of your hands, Candies
for the kid I was,
Bags that dream to be hung in your chest, hands
changing destinations and directions
And nobody understands the mechanism of microfilm Nah, you see. Stock Bundles
deprived of affection, your kisses EnfrÃame
not to die as a canvas crackle report.
aniline ink is a powerful poison to decide my death. Who owns
colors? Scripture
mordants that are tied to the pulp and your kisses on my skin.
red ink pens and my notes from children.
Zeros, outstanding = mediocre people, pedantic little characters.
boy I was always notable.
How to preserve the warmth of your body on my sheets
and seal your kisses on Japanese paper? Pats
certified mail.
Records of students who never existed.
Ode to a PC with a death foretold. Roaring Belly
RIPA reminiscent sea.
adult voices claiming innocent souls.
Surreal is the title of a magazine.
uncorked bottles rolling on the floor.
E-mails that replace kisses and hugs.
My maturity dead in the water of the toilet.
This smells like shit and my future sucks.
not want them to do what you ask. How to jump when
cobwebs paralyze your body?
The rapporteur has given me the dick like a cucumber.
The timidity of your eyes as much as I like to fuck. Press conferences
boring popcorn.
This comes to an end and I have not said anything.
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