is blinding futility of the first vision, when they finally come back, the three-dimensional color, the size and shape dell'abbagliante consistency of a reality for a moment becomes understanding of the smallness of everything to be. The yawn
ruffled oxygen in a body again.
Vibrant and chemical.
Fair and accurate.
Sitting, calm, translated from here I can hear the tearing of your femininity, dependency, meat gray, fibrous.
were your hands with water and clay in their hands again, my hatred, before falling nell'innocuo misurasti my spirit from the wrist ring finger, denying error, as a canvas, a disease, woven and bright as filaria, around my heart, a web of nerves shiny and new.
metal screaming. A polished mirror matter, and everything is lighter than you.
Accompanied by my beautiful new body will not do any effort put in in your shoes because all despair and insecurity, all fear of consequences, forgetfulness and the pride riding on the sleeping time, the arrogance of the elected imprecise, the neglect of the beast when the alpha dog mild recedes, it is wrong that the first choice of new flesh. Sgom not the animal that hides in the pack and find yourself.
The blood that boils away from the norm so that comfort is the key that unlocks the door of evolution. What
dissatisfaction that you mark the front?
As the first man.
not Adam. He chose to fight claiming the right to be.
against his father.
necessarily.
ascent and fall. Dependence. There substance that could devour the veins, is not that the sentence he deserves, another chain that the timid man you suggested because the golden eternity hidden under your breasts small pretend to look like the sad resignation of the breed, promote, steal, die.
I wish I could touch. Now make the palms of my hands as smooth as your remember. Caress his back, whispering the perfect poetry of eternal traveler, the first stateless. Footprints in the desert that have stories to tell but the song of the wind waiting to be taken away.
first choice.
You wake up in your next I want to believe, when oxygen again, landslide, in fragments, this fragile reality you explode in my chest like an uncontrollable rage. Female last. Embodiment of a chaotic and violent celebration fertile. Menade any god. Primal fury without lyricism alive.
oxygen coming back.
fractured reality that you learned to adjust living now senz'importanza no bent to your will.
Aware of your strength. Before.
A song that I did not dare ever meat fraternal.
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