This body seams,
this is my story, this body talked
screaming
weight and lightness. These casings
weak neck and this victim of obsession. These
restless hands and so sensitive, they
eye candy and hard at a time. This chuequera
me ill,
unstable equilibrium of balance. Feet tied
templates and thirsty land,
they are preparing to run,
to beat the thought. Main
crying,
and deaf ears,
sex abuse, mood
almost suicidal
in the desire to die young. Alma
chained
with dreams of eternity,
and the limit of beef.
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