ALMA Alma, released my bonds.
Here
executioner air walk the underworld of desire, thoughts
prostitutes to burn the skin. Majestic
love the thrill of the loss
blurs the streets I walk frantic.
Alma, the night snake devours
wraps while taking away the portrait
sleep and memory,
runaway to the flight of scruple. Rossana Arellano
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