accedi bribing fear this cold and desert
intermediate Where life has nothing to do with the death
Where I am all skin and no longer exist
Where I am all light and no longer
Where am I whole-heartedly and no longer
feel Ah! how I miss your kiss my love
for threading the thread of desire
In that needle stabbing death is
To drop my bones
shining on my sentences more
To return to have a broken body
To become a sick man As strange meat
this armor
happy that about my ghost
I proudly protects the wound
But that man longs to be marked by the sword
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