and night came to claw I deleted.
What surprised if it was always there?
Did you think that tears do not
would play even if only to calm
the tip of your tongue dirty fire, fire
idle
arsonist who deliberately to be
laughter stupid face
see another green incinerated
that point in your list
stinking desert fire which caused
if another victory?
Oh, you came the night that claw you erase, erase you
not hesitate.
And there is no match or dirty tip of the tongue
that this time you light up from the dirty luck,
lacking slit when innocent
the betrayal and death to enter hypocritical
idiot god in which you believed, you believed, you grew up
that any fire would be good dirty
this time it clean when you get burned.
Incéndiate papyrus twisted
redúcete the desert were are,
that if between the legs of your mother you were born, like all
...
alone the fact that you die.
And like everyone else.
That certain flowering arms
ahead when the soul of our green perspired
and the innocence of our Paradise
slipped so stupid dirty, treacherous snake
with its load of incendiary drivel creeping deserts
that extend to their being crooked.
Does that await flowering arms
the touch of your tongue bifid
made to wither ...
if the wind comes then sinking your side
if the blow of the night you delete? ----------------------------------------------
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few tips that Cervantes could not plagiarize or quote me in their fight against windmills forgetful:
A fleeing enemy ... which leaves us relaxed life.
In asthmatic casanova skirt does not look how old you are, what
hangs,
forbid maiden
who drowned in a flash.
blood roses just see snow deflowered my soul 
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