
Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.

I GOT YOU BABE.
We do away with your kind!
1 comment:
y ahora pk tan melancolico... cha.. se me hace raro ver estas cosas en tu blog che mufi
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