in the early morning cobwebs
the cold (the dew)
just left on the jacaranda
hjas this
balcony overlooking the street some
God knows
music. Crepe qie yes also surprised its makers that have gone.
Remains, that if all that aroused in us, with us, your claim, sometimes angry. Their are over.
blessed Souls, kneel I
Tanning the skin or filaments of the rope taut. Everything on hold. Or disclosure.
No more.
This morning, the warm sun of February we still illuminating, giving peace. February
and gives us some absences
(will be called)
daily
or final (depending on the damage, the edge of the knife that we snatched)
Perfect picture of reality,
we know can not be seen more
with pins with tweezers.
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