Ponme the Macorina hand here. ............ Take space
this skin .... that keeps the friction in repose,
.................... the staccato thread breathing, hot breath
the in combination of bodies.
................... This skin ,
.............. Immersed in seizures,
in the deep sutures
and time away and corrosive.
.............. This skin
........ that melts in memories two
sense ........ whose stripes sediendas dawn, and
close wounds with salt seams.
..... Put your mouth Macorina here,
......... . embraces strong this body trembling, overwhelmed
that the silent scream
............. because this skin will not be silent his name.
This skin will not be silent name.
not shut up his name. Your name
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