Jun 2015
Too mild.
Days drop like rain
fast, fast, swirling!
but never a hurricane.
Doomed eyes that see ecstacy
and feel pain;
like looking for eternity
on batteries.
Days drop like rain
fast, fast, swirling!
but never a hurricane.
Doomed eyes that see ecstacy
and feel pain;
like looking for eternity
on batteries.
(Mexico City)
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