Sunday, July 25, 2010

Woolite Used He Machine

August



The shipwreck is dear to me in this sea.
I started to pretend
spirit of stimulant drugs

artifices that idle smile

awareness in word and make deliberate and claims

alludes to mature discipline

able to profit from this area. Breezy
teen spirit,
never manages to match the body

too determined
too dependent on all

look stupid than crazy that is life
makes them fertile brains
illusion
then trashes them.

Glauco
with a black border as a vague thought
is my desire to escape. However, the wreck

is dear to me in this sea.

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