She slept beside me.
When you dig my body lacerated tongue
that was only yours for a while thick, Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Do Sleepezes How Long Do They Take
immortal and perfect. Then you end and I begin to love. concave When I growl under your legs,
and has left a trail of salt and mint on my dry skin. 
Then you end and I begin to love.
When the light is off and your body is stretched and forgotten Then you end and I begin to love. 
Elsa López She slept beside me.
Beside me was a territory fuzzy boundaries. Began between the Euphrates and the Tigris and ended in the Atacama Desert. O well.
may also be that I was confused and limited.
Terrified.
At first the communication process was successful, was full of aromas, flavors, textures, fluids, aiding and enjoyment, and that, yes.
But one moment, one in which the process is disturbed. More or less can be summarized as follows: ·
I'm tired.
not
Uhhf.
- (Silence) She slept beside me the night was longer, the sheets were hung with broken bottles, sharp wall, black dogs haunting, resounding an imaginary vigilantes but immovable line, a crack was bleeding, an abyss, nothing to do with the tropical country of old. ;
- witches flew the skies of Istanbul (also), my tongue flicking, repeated a chant, "What will become of us?" overflowed rivers, stagnant water in the wells turned black, the walls were fractured, appeared the heads of children between the branches of trees (elms in particular), the money was a factor, the factor, the factory of the setbacks, the cornice of a roof, the choice for suicide, the hinge that opened or closed a door waving an explosion of forgiveness and nerves, voices, she heard voices, the lime trees on the green liquid dripped Avenue, putrid, dying ants and gazelle, trawlers plied the river and paddlers looked stubborn, restless, a horizon behind the waves of the harbor bar, I glued my ear to the ground dry, land omens strewn with echoes of yesterday morning omens, touched his hip and was cold, I wanted to touch her heart and nothing had ceased, images, sounds, the room was filled with mist and disappeared, both.
- Now I sleep alone. Sleep is a way of defining my insomnia. Loneliness is an accurate definition of me now. Pain is the second meaning. Ennui third. And so the way to end the post today. End .
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