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They ... You

They have, in the corridors, dreams and complaints, from their lives and hopes of the most expensive, which wind in my flesh. They
verbs crazy spinning buttons, melting wires.
Suns plaguing the soul.
glances pierce you.
And words that will forever
Do you leave intact and more deceptive. They
these gentle hands that call
These eyes swaying
Their words and melodies like sailing to sail
A little ...
at night and ink, forever baffled,
faseille Their breath.

And those relatives also declined, their litanies.
Their dedication, their lives were murdered. Then the madness

beautiful flourishes in the hosts we are.
And this cluster, nebula, spin in the gaps lives slaughtered.
pepper, salt and irritated skin that bleeds.
Virus can not be eradicated.

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When nothing
Words gestures
A whirlwind
worlds scattered
Crossed, unvarnished
Who thinks the slightest
joined the shadow
Words whispered
When you and me on the bench
meetings
unroll our
twisted chaos at the height of our tears
scrambled origin of the world Nothing

All
In From the sky the sun dissolved
diffuse
Frost took the hand Of our departed spirits

In this perdition
Without anything or anyone
And this call of the heart that resonates
When you smile at me
Sun!

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Toussaint

Pain offerings
You, the night lit by autumn maple leaves
brought
For bouquets created soft murmurs
You
What nobody can hear.
When my broken heart, knows.
What? The whole life
rushed.
"Toussaint, join," you say.
my hand in yours
Sweaty and vibrant butterflies are our lives.