Wednesday, June 1, 2016





stern

spread the door inside
was ammunition and a
static thunder was the
thick thirst behind your
eye a numb er sausage
white with grease yr
open palm redolent of co
ncrete darkened in the rain

no vĂ­ la casa ,ni tus pasos alocados

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