The dependence found her trance
The ugly, sordid glide rhythmically
privilege to zone in silence propelled by a slingshot
eats sensitive parts and fix the length of the probe
The red color adds any gaps
pain, other pain which manages the point of drowning the stash
is the regular wreath scree shaking seconds
salad vomit, large monochrome which enlarges the gray round
It is night, the cold slap
throat that hangs, is the cry that causes
It took the empty, blood amateur rotten advance
It was love that wants to kill the soul that folds, this branch that falls
And the faint sound of pebbles which tumbles in the great waters that roar
Jerome Delvita 2005 - LDC editions - Cognac
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