i don't know if i will finish by going mad,
If i already am mad,
Ore the mad ones are the shameless word;
That describe your tact,
For each one of their letters,
that lick what you let them,
Meanwhile i fight to be strong
They strip my soul
that is made of flesh
when you touch it.
Escrito por:
María De los Angeles Martínez.
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