The heavy burn made by the burning of our shoes, mascullabamos between teeth, between dreams, including fried bites. One morning open legs, juicy logo win word araviesa us fleshy sternum. You know something, being honest, all this to rest my face in the mirror, hands on the bidet, wet hair floating in the puddle of urine. Everything in the abyss when the sparrows thirsty, dry tulips, ranunculus rotten everything, even the salt in the font face of the dead. I'm sorry. I write without hands.
deposit in your mouth
fortune coins
and you say,
not meet again.
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