Black
If only I could, with the frenzied beating of cilia, change destiny, vomiting blood save what you can not.
The heart full of hate, my wings severed feathers issue of charm, for those who suffer, for those whom life has
forgotten in a place where there is no longer smile.
I may not amaze me more bad habit of indifference of mankind. The executioners
still ask for their drink the blood of life.
I ask you with smiles you believe, you dictate with their power, I slam in the face as a fellatio. And these tears
night that blend with the salt of islands that do not touch more time.
I learned how to dry them with big hands that I thought I did not have.
I hate the man in his case, having pants or skirts, which is sincere or hypocritical.
And at night the silence is too loud, you fucking deafening, a thousand thoughts focus on one thought, one in distress.
In this torment that keeps me alive. In the desire to
entrarti bowels and contract your illness.
In that breath that will give you life and mark in my death.
Give Ann a smile and let her near her favorite flower.
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