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Prayer

I want a god as my accomplice who spends nights in houses of ill repute and gets up late on Saturdays a god who whistles through the streets and trembles before the lips of his lover a god who waits in line at the entrance of movie houses and likes to drink café au lait…

4 tygodnie temu

@francisco-x-alarcon

To Those Who Have Lost Everything

crossed in despair many deserts full of hope carrying their empty fists of sorrow everywhere mouthing a bitter night of shovels and nails “you’re nothing you’re shit your home’s nowhere”— mountains will speak for you rain will flesh your bones…

4 tygodnie temu

@francisco-x-alarcon