is costly. Cuesta
life.
A crack in the wall, which is becoming bigger
surrendering is never a dirty dish in the sink.
consumes a cigarette my fingers,
brings me back to earth.
reflexes.
havens that fit in a drawer.
Ghosts A group of conspirators. Nostalgia
that bind me hand.
Silence.
Twelve thousand thoughts per second.
A bed invaded.
could be a sleepless night,
could hold 3, 7 nights.
This whim or may be, is a showcase
tarnished,
ironic.
Few women, Too Few conclusions
females and win.
My heart is a glass containing ice
only is costly, Cuesta
life. I
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