Look, this is my house.
This, my stunned voice, filtered.
On eye on sex,
the other on the Reuters channel.
Feed me, quieten me,
(this dirty tube we call the spirit).
Shelter me, close me, tuck me in.
Look, this is my house,
come and shed your filths.
Please, make me believe
I am special.
viernes, 26 de julio de 2013
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