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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