Give him the clocks, the memory
violates the calendar. That four thugs
grind the destination until it reluctantly.
disappear gray,
tildes, the ellipses, the IQ
and incompetent Cupid
plummet from a cloud.
leave the horizon tampering, and all my truths
conquer necklines, and infidels
bloom in autumn,
while love for life
sleep on beds of concrete. That caught flu
farewells,
and colonized the country of the desert, while
understand that my silence is more honest than my songs. Even
forget you, love homeless
Lazarillo when their lovers,
once every eight hours,
existential prescription.
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