saliva check,
the lines comes
in my tongue drifted to hold
the silent
of the whispering ears
a simple tune gone
with laughter an echo of my
heart
shape the tiring bite
of the toe, the body trembles
and shout
for nothing than, a gnashing teeth
of smile, that closes the fearing
tombs waited to devour
my soul
hail on the wall,
picture
the lewd my body, the dying lips
cut the brave tongue
that shall
live without a cutting blade...
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