Tuesday, February 6, 2018





in

my age a boat
my tooth a snore
my itching back a
lung number ,washed out
wall ,letrero sin letras
lentes de grasa que te
caen por la cara
L e L e e e L L e L e e L L L l
es el lago que te
habla desde los pies
ándale pues in your
thumb a pin your
hhand a bbreadth

edge
or coin

coin or ambulation

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