Pop borders.
How to open roads?
comfort is never complete, always
little hope,
trap is full,
wells and broken glass also
what remains? Is there any?
me everything slips through fingers,
as land, as sand,
as water and
Berdin
The only road is a cliff edge after
has a cornice,
a rope and then finally an abyss .
While fins fall against anything
but also feels nothing
and everything you feel is connected
and if it is united because
encouraged to fly and escape death so
shelter from the wind
like an armored shield
nothing
escape, escape and escape.
going to falter, falling off and knees rasparte
will tell you all absurd, laugh and spit back
never going to go
scars never erase the consequences
but if you stay wise
alone will reward.
If you think what is rewarding.
a miserable cup with saliva, but that it quenches thirst.
amphibians and tadpoles diverge rats will flee
whispers, poking the ground with his nose.
the virus may start to back full of fear ...
there will be no light, that's fantasy,
have to settle with a small phosphorus wet. CAMILO
BLAJAQUIS
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