El piso es algo que debemos luchar contra. Mientras que aparentemente es mero plataforma para la postura humana, es ese lugar que los hombres se caen a. No soy mareado. Estoy parado como torre, un faro; el rayo plido de mi sentiency que fluye de mi cara.
Pero si voy mareado yo estrellarse abajo en el piso; mi cara en el piso, mi sangra de la atencin en las grietas del piso.
Lugar horizontal querido, no deseo ser una manta. No tirar el al frente difcil, este bulbo el vacilar del pavor y el sueo...
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