survives in the evening after the usual war between
forecast
and parking lots on the outskirts of the heart.
In the squares, the romantic
-nodes to loose patience-
dampen the roundness of a story that has long
against rolling direction.
A new beat accompanies the hours
screpitio steps enthusiastic
misty twilight.
The echo of the rhythm
attacks itself bone
the axle reluctance
then I find myself running through the park
desolate
-back without regret-it-yourself
to reduce the distances between the infamy
tears of fear and unconsciously force of fate put them together-e-
frappondendo
one thousand gestures with hands clumsy
ooze Appendix dreams.
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