but I do not care ......
hear words and anything else panties
opium whores getting what they intend
I do not know when it happened to a poet selling Internet marketing
decided to intoxicate or vomit from
sell dreams by the inability to forge a path
or worse make dreams wrecked by that nobody wants to buy
dominate the instincts and curse our sad fate
clenching
get the idea that we are only cannon fodder
and that therein lies our strength .......
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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