Jianjie Xing More than I love A the A
of asthma, and I choke
your not air, open up my only anchored high
there is no good
wooden plane on which you lie with
glass and cliffs especially in those tables, in
those which are not, your slender
is gone, your great
beautiful feet, your spine
of mare of Pharaoh, and it is so difficult
this breath, you understand me
: asthma
is love.
- Gonzalo Rojas
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