And so what?
Less than a pound of your fate
will make this eyes keep dry
sun still again'st every path
fucking your plans, mattering:shine.
And so what?
Dysgrace layered at your backyard
or just wannabeeing at your heart
self beeing
wonders
fucking dreams
And so what?
flames, and then: anger.
Ó. Valcárcel. Mayo de 2009. Revenido.
martes, 19 de mayo de 2009
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