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Damask

This very night bites you with the moon in your face.
Sharp glistening teeth of the towers lit up the stars above our city,
as the black sky falls heavily into the gardens.
You are singing, dear princess of laboratories,
you are singing with your face shut,
in the chambers void of a soul, desolate,
miles away from the extracted veins.
The centurian mechanism frail as a bird´s heart
has been cutting you into a deep diamond. Today cyborgs
are imitating rococo, courting you
with their hands in the universe as in a vase of flowers.
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