How To Get Folip Gallbladder

not pretend your sorry.

I do not want your comfort.

Poem.

Do not look at my

nor do I have in mind, lest
the fate
you want to turn.


I have no exchange or cash for your box, I am the problem

... which has no tomorrow.

I do not want your comfort
not pretend your sorry, I can offer

nothing to nourish the soul.

I leave this advice,
in this short message, written

any given day of a calendar invisible. --------------------------------------


poem Author: Jorge Horacio Richina

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