I think not. As an aesthetic contradiction world
enraged that exaggerated shadows interview
or itineraries that never keeps
case.
then the will of the butterfly
circular perspective, so hurry momentary silence
grotesque
contexts
indecipherable in the soul rare mad grammar
I saved every mob claiming to be that air is crowded with words
motionless when they should be thunder
and tsunami that extinguishes the calm of the desert.
Are you nursing in a body at night?
How to get the line that divides the wind?. Take the sentence
dragged
always look and find nothing
shore.
Flies.
at least I hope I'm on the verge
that anything which I accept
by inducing certain karmas trumpet cramped in the veins. Go
eyed abyss fingering pierced cliffs
iris black eyes are not on the screen guard
illiterate little ones are not aware the meaning of human reproduction
opacity perhaps perhaps.
My gaze beyond me.
believe and not believe in the words
them rotated 180 degrees and return them
evoke and sometimes do not find me.
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