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Sometimes it becomes too muchto drag this suitcase down the assmebly line,the same mechanical routine.Ire-read your e-mails everydayto soften the meta..
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tweeting like a stock ticker across the t.v. screenthe countdown begins 3 2 1the attention spa n s a ..
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like ashesdripping from the cherryof a forbidden cigarette,on a cold morningdrunker than I intendedto be.The bilebuilds upin the back of my throatas I..
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I wish I could´ve been there...I wish I could´ve never let that happenI wish the wi-fi would not be so fickle.The beauty and joy you exude..
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Four handsome men sing lullabys: security oppurtunity pride defense. Four monsters bleed through the pores of a dapper´s mask: repression nation..
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I think about how much I miss you on my solitary walks from Lavapíes to Sol to Malasaña, Along the river through Imperíal to La L..
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break under the slightest tinge of pressure in the palm of a baby´s hand mended and caressed like ductile clay. peel back to a juicy core of tea..
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do not benor will notwrite of treesso very beautifulor close eyes wideto smell flowers fragrancefrom a boxmade of wooddiluted, deludeddown the sewerof..
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(Sometimes you have to sufferto be with the one you love)Some nights it becomes so unbearableon the dark 4 a.m. Malasaña streetsswamped in the ..
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I am alone,connected to everythingI touchI seeI love.I am Godwith unwashed feetunnoticed, laughed at, spit uponignored, revered, respected,all encompa..
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