My thoughts and salt
night tango and American suburban tavern
to school downtown
With aggressive thugs whose possession is your head to inhale
and sell in grams
the rather sad and newts
their sirens as dried sea
and their fins are removed slowly
in surf ...
prickly quemón they need their breathing air
city and your head gets calera
and breathe your thoughts
slime, salt and
American night Can not you see? the sea meets the fish
vanishes and there is much attention now.
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