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Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
As twenty three years have plainly shown, dressed in habits as mouldy clothes, recession seeks some somberly…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif…
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of…