feel August. ....... is a hybrid moons,
............. congestion dawns,
a clean that begins at home .
.............
.......... shamelessly! ,
........................... without fear nothing .
....... Amalgamation of alterations ,
......... .. understood what you want!
.... and do not ask.
................. The Muses invite me to life ,
.... the nature obliges me,
........... half rains in the drought,
...................................... .... and booms!
...... Since the beginning so,
............. not remember anything ,
........................ only had my hours,
...... but have to tell me what was .
............... The life is:
...... a mechanical sunrises
..................... that then tastes,
..................... then runs divine.
August is a cry out loud. August
lives in me.
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