Nothing can your lips asphalt and torch-light Surrounded
and inappetence without remedy Sewn night
Entangled in exact truths
death stunned in your shirt will nest the esparto
car brand and its fiery embrace
Ah the world can no longer be conceived in
tree leaves burning in the throat grass on advanced chips without thinking
Luce to our necks in spite abandoned
But this fall will be sweeter than other
Our weaknesses are intact
celebrate the greatness of his vast domain
We can sit on the edge of life in abeyance
And forget that we were angels Allow
threads remain invisible to our satisfaction
While our heads are strangling
You love the cities that succumb
to hide Your heart cradled in a vessel sleepwalker Browse
hungry silence
Browse giving back to the days
That rain floods on rooftops
underground Your wounds have gnawed the less
The limit at the end of all your pockets
Returning to the land In Giving encouragement
delusional string into an abyss of Bone Precursor
knots groping
orbits deliciously minty fragile lyric
Infinite barns where they go to die Your secrets shooting
telegraph signals
Your
Your
About you hide your shy office
Half Half tragedy arises
hesitant delivery route Portrait of the street lost
Where overwinters in amazement
And born as tire smoke you wit
Under a policy embraced exile
Weaver stars on sheets of snow
Where nourish your bare back
Alone Safe are your joints boreal
From humble tin soldier and lucid
Safe your look in the south of the page
As a Christ of ice exploded and poor
is another place where heaven lies continue pouring
as pebble or hail
Here locks dams
inevitable looming on our horizon mercy of insomnia
But neither reflect the pale streetlight
Of your beautiful arms of granite and wire
[rayogram of Man Ray]
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