Woman without a name: the scandal of the light did draw a wall between us.
And all of the clouds were migration from your days towards mine...
Because we all are autists in a desert without Sun: corpses from the tombs of Endor resurrected by the witch of the king Saul and the sumerian vampires of Lucifer.
...Woman without a name...
The day brought you to me; the taxis were raging and the diluvium at 9 a.m. was the gloomy chant of the big fowl from Eden; that human-faced bird with heavy claws d'argent.
But here is Hell, woman; woman without a tear...
The town devoured you, the bagpipes were schizoid yellow, and i lost my face that kept stucked on the sidewalks of a God that was off-line.
Remember that you'll die, too.
Woman without a name.
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