Sicarios
land on my back and hoisted a tent to accommodate their wills broken
as much alcohol and drugs accumulating
infamy stars and angels
pest
the city is sinking slowly darken my eyes
while scoring a piece of heart
that swells after a shipwreck
the streets are empty as usual only
stray dog \u200b\u200bgoes from one side to the other
aimless and without destination
hear that you are serious
Gonzalo Rojas then only
poetry poetry just raises his hands in the dust
(although I stopped believing long ago)
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