sábado, noviembre 02, 2013

Poetas con cuchillos en sábanas de lino

My cousin drunk your nakednnes around the hard streets
Dive where the floors slided over underground kissed lives
Forgotten sicklies lies, swindler island to needed sad loves
Linger on wooden hearts sailing the windy dishearten seas

Elephants trample countrysides to dream up cursed flowers
vegenful gunshot to reivindicate weak power, know down him 
Animal in the sinner bed gores purple paradise with daggers
Reed read us the deeply germinated furrows to bloody seeds


A sweet sin

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