en mi concha yo soy mas mejor
dige la macha on the seafloor
exterminado dos ángeles cuando ellos bailado
tampoco me gusta y no bebo alcohol
accompanied by our shadow and a whispered far-off call
we sidle through arroyos and each crack in every wall
exploring every cranny from under leaves which have yet to fall
we whistle from each canyon every notch and every col
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Somebody's Prison
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