Getting to touch
Gallo and, as it goes,
to the pavement and asphalt. You
you arrive, hang me that lantern
someone has to light so many streets dead. Turners
bodies
madrugarte light your vampire bite
know that there is something to tell. Too
imperatives.
Yo, I want to play to be higher and dance
Duck Lake
your bed to your sofa. A beat I
closing the door to the world
and I endeavor to paint other colors brown
loneliness of these nights.
Vanlat
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