Cuticle Infection On Big Toe

Cold hands desperate

Mani,

cold hands, numb,

greedy, desperate hands of

pianist errant flying

cold on white keys

a radiator off.

Periods With Brown Mucas

Fragments and refrains

"I was the last thing I care about at the moment"

"who succumbed to the siren, who
bite to the sound of the piper Pan
hours wandering through the mists eternal, or underground
seekers still truth in the soul
sail like Ulysses, the wise navigator of the seas unexplored "

" cured, is your therapy.
Beloved, to love. "

"the fear of abandonment leads all'abbruttimento newspaper

Mucas Lumps In Nose And Throat

Happy Sad winter

cr.
krr ...
croc-co-la-men-to

crackle crackle ...
fiiiiiiiiiiischio.


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Buonanno Up!

Whats Mucus Like When Pregnant

crackling embers

black brown wing unmanned
red-hot.

gets stuck in the cracks of sadness
heart cracked
exhausted rough December
bull whip frustrates me.

Cremate the embers
nothing remains but ashes
blackish gray
ash, meat and ash.

Milena Welba Bus Clips

Darkness and light

think, sink, scrape
memories from this time at night.
The stars you are watching.

Memories, which flows past like a freight train

caravan of elephants on tracks
cold moon. Why do I embrace the darkness


and operates everything
anyone can see, the blind mole

as black in the heart of the earth, hidden. Why

in daylight
celarti you can not, of course
and escape reality, as I did last night

modest blind mole, or fugitive.

think, t'immergi,
in the pool of goldfish, black.
Now you can not see them swim.

Remember, past returns as

that the pebbles in the water of the pond
minute refracted waves.

because the night is
opportunity to act in secret as no one wants

just as you would like
protected by the darkness, accomplice.

Why the light of day is another opportunity

to live before the world's eyes and face

hidden, no longer by night.