Nudity falls apart.
virgin ashes of skin in ruins
(there was a fire storm overnight)
je disais: une fleur! Et la lune rouge
soupirait sur des extases incomplets
toute terre est matière d'absence
une fleur absente déchire la bouche
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há uma janela com Enigma e Ferro no quarto da Criação (o esforço dos Símbolos dobra as grades metálicas no equador do meu quarto da Criação)... -
Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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