Wednesday, April 6, 2016


flamífera que me dice mierda
flung from the frame my
icy shoe regrew ,gruñido
y no me dice so nido ,so tumba
relicked in the stink of night
.es morteño que baja del sur
ly head ,ache seeping out the
portrait with its hair deflamed
,it's the mouth connected
,convected orinas con el charco del piso


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