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quarta-feira, 25 de julho de 2012

Let it kill you





Max Ernst

every night
it kills me
your endless trace
which I follow 
from body to body
in this maze

to seek harmony
in your power of
individuality,
your sensuality

in another 
midnight ride
looking for her again
looking for her tonight

sipping all the nectar
to burn memories
a new distress
all life on the edge
but never look down
never look down
or cease to find love
a cure too pure
too vain
in this gain

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