Color of mirages

miércoles, agosto 31, 2022

 Color of mirages. They keep spinning. Dead hand. Picked up in a corner. Where the deaf books are read. any. Talk about commas. With their pretty mouths of words. With his pretty eyes of things. His awakening of resolute lips. Who say love to images. To the memories of cover images.

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