return to the empty Garden. if You exist.
the ruins of vacuum within the fruit. sing the Major Song.
we know the full text of flesh.
come. if You exist. naked wind.
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro...
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