domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017

29-03-17

Extraño el olor a polvo y metal de la máquina de escribir
A tinta densa
A la sangre que se derrama al escribir
Al papel arrugado
Extraño las teclas
Oh, pero el peligro es mucho
No la traería de vuelta

solo para sentirla
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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve

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