Déroutes and insolvency blue
Triptych joint bare
My angel prostrated himself in front of the big washing
places
ancient Rome decanted
dissects his songs to his tales of broken lands
In the suburbs of shadow Olive trees in negative
silent Passion
Sex is not a place
Bombarded weaknesses
A stanza excessive red meat
Where disgorge their salts
The ceiling is white
enjoyment I found my angel smiling
Where it tightens the blade between his teeth?
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