Friday, June 6, 2008

Acacia Seeds And Bark Insecticide

I split it and rip crumble


thousands and few lines;


I transform into sweet words
sad
wrong. I CHILLAN


and be submissive


I want to be read and owned


and raped again and again by those eyes
judges,
these pupils, those
.

I want to kill the unique

I unscrew the seriousness of your pages
remove reminiscence of my perfume


air I want to be and be whispered

I want to be water and be crying

(quieroquieroquieroquiero) I want to wring their

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