Saturday, April 24, 2010

Itch More Condition_symptoms In Men

The scratches

Mixture brushes

crazy color contrasts and casual, no downside

Dreams fly

us shake our heads and the rhythm

the thrill

The eyes are almost closed and the tears flow

upside

is a bitter swallow saliva and one smiles in the light

Steps caress

wet grass by agreeing to the vibrations that rise

And me in my hood I seduced

by hysterical laughter

fireflies began to dance


We are offering light The night fell

Although all
It is only if

strands of happiness mate in an embrace

passionate

The body was the pretext experimentation unbounded

no laws

Snippets of an adolescence devastated by anomie

Inertia became quiet when violence reigns transcendence

Crossing s' is transformed

immersive

Yet

murmurs of excited are silent

and leak

eternity

Desires

overdose. A never ending.

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