L.B. Temuco Biography

Turn over
Lets burn down all the bridges
lets drown deep
in the torrent
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Ah xxxxx
there is a warm place
in my body
it is water
...

Behind opaque windows, above all reflection.
It matters not where the night abandons you, day after day.
We all offer our understood confessions
You, my forgiveness for having not found all this sooner.
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There is silver across my eyes
Spread like a chain
I lay my face against the colour of a tree
In the midst of a thousand swans
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I want you to say
something more
something pure
something external
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