Why
not you come and kill me?
not let yourself or a rib
living
rushes to the last bone I have left. Encadéname
your wrists,
me from the indifference of gray days, the sheets
huge curled in my body.
Come
lands, plant your roots
forgotten about my affection.
Put on my back and listen to the music of the carousel
reborn
between the neck and my feet from porcelain.
Have no mercy,
nailed the dagger so deep
not to run away ever again.
empty Yourself in the larynx
greedy
be my livelihood.
Love me.
- Pas Meri Blanquer website
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