last night in the darkness imposed by the rotating cyclamen I started to die a little . I was close to the bed and I noticed in the rigidity of the sheets coffin. the heart, tired of breaking and rebuild itself, said enough to end a spasm definitely shrink. by heart because I have no more than a wrinkled and dried plum, which has ceased its contraction.
blood has stopped debating's body up, body down , body up, body down, and the only one who dares to clot is where less resistance is offered. Sabir not tell you what happened to the eyelids, or if you have been open have been closed because these two bullets danced before in the orbits no longer transmit any signal.
the brain, before soft and consistent, start watering down. the same happens when you cry belly up, it tears you to come back in skull, brain soak up punishment. Last night, I started to die a little, and still do not know how or why, but I lived explain .
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