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Dolores Dorantes

15.-Second life

“15.-Second life. They won’t find us anywhere other than in the unexpected passageways of the mind. This place is hot. This place you’ve gotten yourself into is hot. We are hundreds of girls. You will have to slit each one’s throat or sharpen us to watch over your memory. Give us knives. We have to think. Vaults. We are mines throbbing. The sky has the most beautiful legs. We are perfect. Use us and damage us.”

15.-Second life

“15.-Tweede leven. Ze zullen ons nergens anders vinden dan in de onverwachte stegen van de geest. Deze plaats is warm. Deze plaats waar jij je bevindt is warm. We zijn met honderden schatjes. Je zult ieder van ons de keel moeten doorsnijden of ons slijpen jouw nagedachtenis te bewaren. Geef ons messen. We moeten nadenken. Gewelven. We zijn tikkende mijnen. De hemel heeft de mooiste benen. We zijn volmaakt. Gebruik ons en beschadig ons.”

“15.-Segunda vida. No nos encontrarán más que en los inesperados pasajes de la mente. Este lugar está caliente. Este lugar en el que te has metido está caliente. Somos cientos de nenas. Tendrás que degollar a cada una o afilarnos para custodiar tu memoria. Danos cuchillos. Tenemos que pensar. Bóvedas. Somos minas latiendo. El cielo tiene las piernas más hermosas. Somos perfectas. Úsanos y dáñanos.”
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15.-Second life

“15.-Second life. They won’t find us anywhere other than in the unexpected passageways of the mind. This place is hot. This place you’ve gotten yourself into is hot. We are hundreds of girls. You will have to slit each one’s throat or sharpen us to watch over your memory. Give us knives. We have to think. Vaults. We are mines throbbing. The sky has the most beautiful legs. We are perfect. Use us and damage us.”

15.-Second life

“15.-Second life. They won’t find us anywhere other than in the unexpected passageways of the mind. This place is hot. This place you’ve gotten yourself into is hot. We are hundreds of girls. You will have to slit each one’s throat or sharpen us to watch over your memory. Give us knives. We have to think. Vaults. We are mines throbbing. The sky has the most beautiful legs. We are perfect. Use us and damage us.”
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