http://slow.writerscafe.org/hambre_del_alma The original writings of author Pleasantly_Furious en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115362 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want a thousand hard kissesA sigh so lasting thatmy plastic lungs burstshow me an unstained tonguecook me carnitas,wearing nothing Take my handand put it where it hurtswhere it aches for something infiniteI can take you to Eden withjust two fingersyour lover doesn't know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906193/ I wear you like a sinlike a necklace of cruel thoughtsI finally found my place in the world, darlingon the streets ofwhich you walk scattered fragmentsVan Gogh's stars the hazy dream you have forgottenI could tell you all about this heartbreakhow I carried it around like an inh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906192/ The radio wishes me dead.after a long day voices strain I feel something, I swear, then I come home to find you have removed my bowl of waxed fruit and mycoffee table book it was NerudaYou know good and well how much I love himhis perceptions, his women, his description of tit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906188/ Dead trees lie immunethey do not reflect their losses orgather gossiping crows We have to make room shiny barrels of guns point right at our chestsand last night stars were fallinglike cannons in war In one year I will not care less but right now I am in the woodsburying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906186/ What else is there- beyond infectious memoriesThe mold that keeps these bones togetherThe sunrise and sunset of every aching dayAnd me underneath the veil of lonely eyesplunging my hands and lips into the sea, tokiss you the only way I know how to http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906185/ You come clean by the windowI look around this roomthere are antique dolls with missingeyeballsfrayed hairchocolate stained dressesmagnolia stenciled bordersartificial forget me notsAnd you, are planted smack in the middleAs always, it is you that brings me hereEvery tired phone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906182/ I think it is nothing youthink nothing of itneither of us are wrong but you visit mecarrying your small crime ina handwith a mishapened dove they say,some ghostsdon't want anything at all but I don't ever remember you being so kind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hambre_del_alma/1906181/