you have a lyric face
from the ruins of the first formation
have a great poetic inspiration
buried in the coffin of my vision
there is no curb in it
to your undersigned soul
like a small virgin flower
in a waterless orchard
will we meet in our insides
and approach
facinated our bodies
thiristy our soul?
enter my chaos, my void
lie down in the skulls of my inside
in my colors and in my language
i'm waiting for warmth of your body
for your exit from reasonable
you are the melted poetry in the horizon
you are the light in the deep soles of existence
i will give you my interior as an offering
my madness
my darkness.
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