The ash is still there ..
with your last cigarette burnt and sacrificed to the absurd. It
closets are full of stories .. stops ..
set odorless and buried .. .. The shadows are distorted
clothes of a truth that is not true ..
wash skin of hands .. .. .. dreams of me that I am at live our lives alone
Forgive the dark .. forgive you .. the sacredness of something that does not turn that sow
blowing .. .. you will die ..
Pardon me for not being able to push .. .. .. begging and pretending to post. Text
the present as the balance of my loved ones .. I'll put you on the sidelines ..
everywhere .. on ...
sacrilege of the enormous sacrifice.
hate.
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