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His face took the shape of a ghost and that of a liar. Incognito, the enigma of a decade, death at his most poignant stage. I saw every women he fucked in the light of his eyes crushed into pieces. Pieces of make believe, of nameless love, of faceless promises, pieces of sex disguised as a prostitute lost at a circus, pieces of lustful nights and blueish glare, dozes of drugs in the flesh, midnight is a shotgun, older women, younger women, blinded by pieces of unfinished affairs, blue and red they formed a flag.Pieces of cloth and sheets of dispair, curtains in the daylight, farewell to ...Read the full of L'Homme Macho.-