At the end of the flight maze

miércoles, noviembre 23, 2022

 The diffuse came to stretch. When the word enters the violence of noise. Hurts. It always hurts. Al you went after the words. In their violence they break. With excess tears. Like a butterfly at birth dressed as a hurricane. Metamorphosis of death. That to live resists. In the future flight of dry wings. At the end of the flight maze.

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