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But Not For Me

The stabs in the calves do not feel the cold, hunger
the extent of 5.
And the smell of coffee

I seda
the clouds tired eyelids

during the night and leave their mark on their own discoveries from the moon.

above or below the scarf
I do not have the courage to urlarti the neck, to tell you what
Bakelite in the night I

crack the bone and the curved blades

I save your name,
brothers
wee hours and pitiless
but neither will vanish

overt advances and inertia,
occupies the bathroom and steals
gravity as well as oxygen.

The waterfalls are stationary, the halls filled
,
there is no crisis in the ribs, the lungs
not go on strike. But

shirts shaking,
damage
do not have a sewing machine and if orders are not advancing stocks
not dispose.

I speak cat, cicada

but the energy from the holds my rival,
without the knotted rope that made this
and now my number has nothing to do.

are the steps and the sum that are not text
and the free exercise capacity in hours without impressed
sundial because unfortunately I am sincere,
a green apple out of place for now.

and 'late, but not yet sufficiently