Tuesday, August 2, 2016


swum an eye na yey im
pactantric ,piedra carmesí
en el túnel mi tripa mi
tttrriippaaa donde te ví la
luna fonética el río que
del cecentro sale ,,,I sung to
my ants if ants were skulls
,the highest shelf a
row of caves where the
cloud of my sight's emerged

clung to the sky ,a Leg


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