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I'm looking for (wearing blood)
without logic, without path
pretend it's my colloquium /
I enjoy and enjoy a breath air
neat / no profanity
glories temptation
erotic fund my nights
changing nuances snake
time mutate
change places / now your body
embodies my fugitive
breezes without appeal or appeals
I hope
at sea illiterate
of dreams
with enclaves of verses
browsing the dunes of my fetishes
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