In the dark corner, his eyes hidden between the fingers, the hollow bars in his hands, his desire apocalypse leads.
I hid, jail, prison groans born, origin of nuances concave overhead obstacles soft wall. Face
hiding, hides, crust hides in silence, silent drop of crimson volcanic made human melancholy dream. Awaken your desire
apocalypse, ending his gerunds future, after leaving holes nearby, opening wounds that divide wetlands. Prison
visit that does not free him, freedom snatched from its nest, hiding boat silences, quiet corner of mourning.
sorry to see you hiding in your fingers, my eyes lament turn on the luz.t
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