cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
Under the azure gaze
of the extraordinary sky
in your eyes
the solidity of being
and the crush
of indecision
dissolve sweetly.
Your calm bathes me
and you enter
into me
without the violence of the flesh
Only by watching me
like that.
Were it not for
your eyes
I think I would be
blind
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