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is stepping on my heart and I think it is a vice.

Sitting in the shade drinking a bottle of dreams
his words are bombs
to hypnotize dogs
She wore a sad vagina breasts
wine alcohol planted
makeup to hide a garter belt gasp flattering and a thin coat

apocalyptic mouth and face wore porcelain hands of sweat from his bed
a library profession look


stop in his heels on the edge of
precipice she's stepping on my heart and I think it isa vice. "



Chapter Five

" Two snails slide into the saliva of silence. And the saliva of silence is made with sperm that cum into her panties centaurs gloomy snake swimming in the lake rainbow. Rainbow Lake is taciturn tears dancing in the abdomen of the cosmos. The abdomen of the cosmos is a snail shell is coupled with another salt sex wet silver revolver that fires anachronistic sweat from the mouth of the sad bitches that has good jokes. The sad fucking good jokes are whipped with a whip of butterflies and hashish, knees, sucking the Revolsee semen silver sweating in crotch wind heart, lungs asymmetric enjoying small ass fucking night. The gloomy night is that witch who committed suicide were taking milk of fear, cut his wrists with sharp stilettos peripatetic life and pray two mother insults to God (hope) that smoked bebíay crucified with a whore (crucified) on each side "


Chapter 6

" With your little finger you cover my wound

injury absence but then you're over and over and over are all women in a single kiss.

All women are murderers

but I like your bullets,
your guarana, knives and short skirt.
born in your hands the moon of my night, your chest drains
sperm

light of my mind. Seeking

. Kiss. Amount.
amount you while I kiss that you both wanted.
your legs born in my hands. Your eyes
stop my tears,

the same injected

you as my nails long, dark, tortured
your vagina with force.
is another day
using suicide as a weapon

epitaph lyrics from the tomb of poetry. Your mouth reaches a final fellatio,
of my pen.

C; Aacute; trees embraced in a cry of Sphiros of Light. In the eyes of the moon were hundreds of fireflies drunken haggard, jealous, flat. Pain and Sister
Pena met in a suburb of heartbreak to spit reality. Pena Sr. pain and took two large glasses of beer made from fermented stars and tears of centaurs and mermaids semen hermaphrodite. Pena Sr. pain and were found naked and drunk and his sweat was the mirror to the barking of lust. Pena Sr. took pain at the hip, lifted her skirt and was joined by language Butterfly crotch. Pena Sr. made the excitement and bit his standard pain in his arms tattooed, then & amp; eacute; s licking her blood all over his body rolled in ashes cosmos. Pain began in-out as he wept dogs in the eyes of Sister Pena. Pain screamed spectra of pleasure, until the two drops of water were raining every afternoon nostalgic.
also rained today "