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Words
Are Just women For you, With whom you live your night symphonies. Sometimes a woman-like word At dinner, Sometimes several women-like words At a late night hour. You embrace those women's waist And they gurgle. Consumed leisure – beyond them, Maybe more, The cruelty of a kiss-like word. The woman-like word wearing pointed high-heels Seems to be your dearest one. I am A woman-like word, too, Among other women-like words. The letters building me up Are bodies of hot ink On the string of sensations. When you wander me with your fantasies Those letter-made bones Hurt me. My angel core Melts away Little by little.
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