my friend it\'s fall again, inside me
ceaselessly, I tread the same deep hones
the shadows you have seen in manthles
are just illusions in wich you trow me.
venom waterfalls seldom are
fallen against you God I\'m in prayers
with sincere fear that I\'ve gone mad
now on this brink of lights
and in human boundless longing.
when your time treads me in dissipation
with the
my palms have gone
in the wide world
to learn your body
(the face without the blinking\'s outline
lowering the round peaks of shoulders
in arms,
the breasts forgotten in
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