SO MANY OTHER NIGHT ...
"It will be my arm that is under the pillow. Ideas decayed teeth hurt like me. Minutes riveted his nails into my forehead. One concern me without cause light to the eyes and through my eyelids pass an absurd "film" ... In the half-open on the white sheets, I am a long letter that has no destination. "
I DO NOT HAVE WRITTEN BUT! REASON IS THAT!
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