So she said . .
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Mouthful of Raisins
Golden not necessarily
Flax seeding the best of me
Body so shored alcohol not remembering knees
Meat eating bran for shows
Are you going to congratulate me
Telling shoulders coffin prefer sugar free
Death doesn’t intimidate me
Nor it’s vine-grasping gout
For the sake of my spirituality
Let me be vegan free
And show some greasy decency
Caracteristicas Femenina
Aqui estoy taconeando tu alma con mis pies
Oprimiendole a tu cuerpo la brisa con piel castañuelas
Con tu flamenco cantando
Libre y en la cima de nuestra religion
Ay libre si estamos
Como amantes antiguos estamos
Tu esplendor comulgando mis caderas
Dedicandonos a bailar eternamente
Y apasionadamente en nuestro amor de tobillos
Anorexia
Indifferent you see
Height was my Jesus
Starving my resolve
Punishing motherly breast
Knitting portion control
Inaccessible mouth
Unfortunate vintage struggle
Affranchising Faculties
I live and love passionately
And for some this is disease
The cuckoo alphabet bureau
Ready face launders
Their thick ghostly hellos
Merely walking
Displacing exclamations
For us myth survivors
Living their neural space
With ease thick air you read this
Tell me if we multiply
Or are we just engineered
Blankets raising men
With bland hearts
Perfect voices inheriting table posture
Not me you see
I am like you
Timed selfless blood
Rooted like reeds in sea stomaching papers
