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Parnasso
Jacko ... calls, asks me ... I hope you
with wild hordes of my desires
Gemónides, soulless
fort messenger of love and dreams do not play
tattoo or tattoo illusions tattoo if you're
tattoo or do it with the fire of your heart, for it you
entire length of my thigh
at your disposal
I like to imagine that you get between asleep and awake,
stalking the mystery of the unknown
drilling Storm
banners or when your mind wanders and MECES
in
weather swings in the peaceful silence of the night
stealth
perceptible
evocative and from that corner
you meet me and give me your message in sigh
silence itself to be born to die ... or maybe
without oracle
'm charging everything in the elevation of quiet,
come to my house where there is something
joins us to each other syllables
to cross-corrosive thoughts
bifurcated images
texts galloping
vital symbols there is no deep background
nothing to lose
you, locked
fog sunrise in the dream my fire
my ashes, my body without ever yours
and never forgotten even erase my desire
because I'm yours no more
before the siege of my lust
recorded your name, I read
to know that I am not dead
delusions that swarm of screaming
float last look at my skin
time before I destroy
will and power from deep in your post glacial
to see how we fit that in this universal disorder
after this bloody kisses
merger tattooed on the bottom of my life
between real and the unreal
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