death Oda
Leading an army of ants
the ugly dance. Check
coats of mascara to your eyelashes
mortuary and races sag
stupid imaginary phone never rang.
Regretfully
offers us an example of the crazy funky neighborhood in
lag rare innocence and believed
lovers turn their promises long-term love. Unlimited
the most thankless
ugly legs crossed in front of me and dies
intended conference.
There are ways of sitting in an armchair
not see you shameless or corny.
to be left alone once
attractive streets are a grieving orphan
between pavers
interrupting time. Only fear remains
in the lobby of appearances and the chance
disposable world presents its inhospitable landscape
where it comes to pushing anything. The ugly creeps
with squalid artistic talents, dragging his bloody
humanity
statue by the palms of my hands up and down
then a kiss on my neck.
scandal emerges as accurate
wielding daggers they have to kill shamelessly announced
the twilight. Far
as
dog howling at the memory of old horizons, life and
layer is covered with ashes.
Death sucks and the last moments in deep silence
and almost imperceptible
lining us much needed peace. Rossana Arellano
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