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I lean on myself

because it's so easy to look inside

in the transparency of the pain that you

runs like a hoax

ice and plastic

water tight.

Losing chest, losing bone.

Like a fragile dummy fog.

Without consistency.

From tap to attack.

to break to play.

Because if hatred generates more hatred I can not create.

I sleep in my throat and I look slow breaths.

The martyr hello to those who did not have to wake up now.

With which foot to return to the earth?

clothes habit and drink your coffee bitter.

Then go downstairs and get on another day

driving safely in the desert.

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I fall asleep in your hands.

rocks are still without a sea day to think.

Forced ambiguous decisions in the textbook.

To make people happy afflicts my joy.

I spy through windows beyond the grave,

grim as a death to swallow.

With lilies in her hair and dreams on.

Billions of betting and losers.

More than cleverness of the engineers of feelings.

know how it hurts music.

Every lament is a jarring who kidnaps his throat.

Then you let go and see movement.

white hands that fall on the flanks.

Streaks of lights and bus lanes.

Steps gray asphalt and desolation.

You do not stop but the walls hold the intent.

Reversal books in mind and serve as companions.

you warm in the pockets of empty hot.

Feel your fingers on the neck and the giant lens of time.

The outrage is the daughter of adolescence.

The rebellion is a virgin raped experience.

Revolution is static does not need to die.

The betrayal is sure to rejuvenate.

Every word paralyzes the frame.

Now everything has a face and a cage.

I do not know what I write and look back

I look back ...

Only when I am back ... too far behind.

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Like a parabolic flight.

What brings you back to the origins or you back in the air.

In a rush away.

off the ground.

outside every day, giving you every day.

Leaving clothes and waited in vain to burn.

children leaving with your eyes, but with less love.

And feel the wind that distributes light

read a date in red on the calendar,

and realize that it is not a holiday if there is no

a guest.