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Never the Heaven in days of my youth.
Never for a proud lad of stone. Of stone.
Sweet Satan: why your darts try to reach me?
...Close to these doorways...
If i could kiss you.
Never the God of barbaric eyes?
If this morning
if this morning
if
if this
If this morning a neophyte sun caresses your thighs with love. Your cheekbones.
It's me.
A sun blindfolded in Merlot and gas; drunk like a lion in love...
My princess of frost and irregular flames: the world is a place so predictable.
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