Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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A voracious tick who loves to prowl,
and reclines until the victim incites.
The recurring event of the foul,
concealed within the eyes that show delight.

Human's mind must become a fascist,
for the abstinence's wall shall soon smolder.
Each stone accurately matches,
the beast of passion chops away the sober.

Again it fills me, impregnated bones....
After the downpour of fire,
everthing just retires.
To see revive the fiery cyclone....