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lover was only in metric

.
verse despots, many hesitations,
is not possible: I always tell you what
callus should be easier this whole ordeal
laborious and violent literature. I have

tangos and auroras, tango and bolero
tingo total, to say "not much" I love you;
you are at the origin of magma conjunctive
in the blur of hand cut in the poem number
twenty point where everything
cease in the haze
view through the mirror, rose gardens
between
Retiro park and the town more regrettable stubble:

're where you should not because you, you do have a time and space, has
gone to here in this bottomless sea that sucks
relentless and does not satisfy your thirst.

And thank goodness after all this time I can
share more or less the same words: dead ants
spend days, we Invista

presumed innocence and sometimes even think that somebody thinks of us.
I think about you.
With so much love that I can get time to hate,
with much love that I have to love myself,
with love and hate that consumes my nights,
both love I blow my head and magma
conjunctive and fuzzy omen
and hands cut off and the transmitted light of mirror the rhetoric
heck, right now my desire is to destroy the metric
. Thus:

love you.