Totally insane.
Massacre in your hands.
All smell to death.
Trasgresor of walls,
raper of dreams.
A sigh indeed.
Mouthful of smoke,
your smile like the sky
murder the only child.
Its spoils minutes,
breaking red flesh.
A lethargy straight...
18 feb 2008
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