Candito, warm, sun fills my room.
Dry. Not like me. Vent by tears
Pussy compulsively.
The face should be fine as a chipped china.
Free. Daughter of none. Used machinery.
Maintenance, cleaning, greasing, offal
singed by the teeth of a gear.
always better. A body that sucks the attention of the rest.
summer arrives.
tend to disappear.
Some thoughts have no more sense thrown into the void outside.
Godo mechanisms operating at the regime, a stasis
metal that makes a living with body odors,
the fanfare of muscle, cartilage in the hammer.
learned not to be special. A bypass to be lethal.
Pat the torpor. With a finger syllabus
consistency of cum pulsed into olate.
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