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Seen from above, seen from below

Mounted between the drops evaporated into the clouds
in silence and in the mists frightened angels.
is where to find high as shipwrecks
it away from the ravages that are measured.
Rainy spring we will remember
muddy roads and feelings decomposed
every effort to advance the best
hurt us we are dirty and tired and stuck
erased all traces
and this idea also launched a surprising epilogue
we will despair.

Life is beautiful caresses are not binding. At its heart
I press her breasts are the most beautiful, dazzling
a soul that changes everything in gold plating
no sincerity on the surface it exposes.
It's time we must bite the cherry fruit
barely between his teeth the pulp spreads
mouth is fond of insects foraging on
exhausted body lying in the sun-stained juice
ultimate ultimate choice
offering a belly or feast ... to lick

become a carcass

the end and beginning to accept or pleasure ... simply

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Hair, glued all tangled dirty wet oozing love.
Casement, on the smile, the lip hung open offer.
hair, dark defeated knotted fingers and stowed still around.
forehead, laid cut, welded to the body left, crushed pale, inert.
Keeping the memory of the brilliance of lovemaking, hot moments. If short ... if
long ... intense ... Unique

It is true that the immorality and the exception, it is true that the touch, the words souflé simple caress. It is true that sharing without constraints, the impulse tenderness, that disheveled hair and hand drawn.
It is true that what seems impossible and insane, it is to live as fools

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crazy hair, no hands

At work, if I am willing,
I want to work for fun and
if my pleasures are all
storage disorder is not appropriate
to speak, if I do not mind, I want to express myself through

want and if my wishes
disorder are in disarray I stay alive

no hands I'll have affected
without eyes looked far too
have read it without stopping
diagonal
have traveled by road twisted ideas
Wacky
one end or the other
taken by anxiety or fever
in an emergency, pending

always with passion and head left poisoned
would bring happiness
acid vapors
bearing on the fragile walls and all these colors

asked by my fingers from my soul
would not if I had to look
slipped in this mold
break.

No hands and no eyes
just felt just imagined myself am stuck
gently
millimeters of its heat
mm smell
growing up near a fable
believe a good story
they passed on Road
s one road
you believe what does it cost?

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It no longer beats, nothing travels
standing is a mystery

found any argument for incurring scratches his
see I'm naked, easy
better feel for the attack I see
faltering
crumble away and the sun
I nevertheless feel a warmth
and this heart that lives right up against me as I am recovering

I will not fall
I seized with both hands on his chest
face the
Mist rose it was time
this rotten time was right to me