GF
wander the streets of Florence
wandering
you and your delicate arms
your ridiculous beliefs who can not or will not
know that God amorhambre
Storm causes
and dark flasks
slowest staggering
wander through the streets of Florence
wandering meditation and foreign languages \u200b\u200b
smoke clinging to the fleeing outlaw
your nostrils bitter
the color of your tongue tastes like snuff
Turkish coffee and wander the streets of Florence wandering
your hands crumpled
the rough accent your back
sun naked in the very short
football matches your urination and swollen abdomen
in the halls of opium and save superstitious
momentary erections in front of me like pigeons
points-
to raise its voice in flight
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