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Date de création : 01.06.2014
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23.09.2023
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I Seek the Crystal
Pacifying a goblet
developed in the great sun.
Blushed and then crystallized in the jungle
the kiss blossoming from my lips
The smoke reflects on its frightened mare
breathing yellow roots over the night.
There are many clocks next to delirious events
the lethargic perfume that plays in your starry sky
like shady soul: poppies
A thunder of laws
all clusters become cubicles
you stand my dry oblivion
like a vertical bird to fresh nectarine?
As if to ignore the television or respond or crack?
Confusion and sweetness - smooth stones of sorrow.
Original, silicon perfume!
My eager eyelids flutters you always
playing from dead ceramic,
my heart moves from being violent to being infinite.