Choco
Late expired.
Dessert revenges for the being.
Your print as ambrosia,
A call in all sides
Wise ignored desire.
There isn't pardon;
sorry, it cannot have.
Prostrate black thickness,
Your pale waiting,
my wanted rancor,
empty of return
to the me that I was
Anticipation of the death
in convenient drops,
Your desire, your circle.
my suspensive point
I drink a toast to the shipwreck,
for Ofelia and their knife.
Sunk.
For Morocha 245
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