namesake wings dead ....
long time since our bittersweet time in the funhouse
where we share bread and salt in which he saw as manociabas
excited to words such tremendous panties whores all get opium everything transformed by that was our only spell words in a melodic crimp to hold a belief we were unsustainable jugglers of absurdity in a dungeon
vulgar but things have changed my dancer long sewers incubated strange things haunt me miracle claims life-changing prices of deceit and cowardice I deny all that irrigation reckless shots ... Is perhaps
homonym of dead wings, that basically we're just friendly monsters in the desolate fields of delirium red fruits harvested our last gale approaches brother dead wings I can feel it leaves this thorny path to devour your soul does not follow this path does not prostitute thy ruin in the hands of the sublime language even with your scalpels and anesthesia is not so beautiful you can resurrect dead corpse namesake wings of the dancer stops gnawing drains the heart of the word and allows the literature to die in peace .........
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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