Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Jet Black / 4 Comments

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I kissed the ceilings and the concrete walls
The walls are breathing with wrenches gripping the lungs viciously
That wither with cigarette, nicotine on fire and tar
The lark howls, does not chirp, loses its sight on the preying effervescent night
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Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Windsor Guadalupe Jr

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