Saturday, December 18, 2010

Diverticulitis Disease



a body crossed by hundreds of thoughts per minute divided hamper tear maim lie silent scream and above all prevent me from breathing.
I live this fire lights the cigarette and the cigarette I am also off it slowly, my heat. Escondida
static and frozen in the shadows, but not in front exposure to the sun that burns me.
A deep hatred violent pace, on my guitar gentle and quiet spitting a little more love.
Resigned to hope, I hope no time. And not what I expect, and not what you resign, but to somewhere way and I stay somewhere.
But mostly I hate that you appeared, you'll be wanting to me, and I can never say that because I built a heart that can not resist.
It dies,
and kill me.

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