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Imploring visage |
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An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist |
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Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity |
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I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop feeding yourself with others' memory |
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Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies |
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Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness |
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I will never know your truth, nor you mine. |
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We will always be uncertain about life. |
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Bold human beings with severe look, who climb the mountains of loneliness |
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Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx |
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To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything |
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I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you |
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I want to startle in a harmonious discretion |
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To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god |
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To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in an angelic orgasm. |
