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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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excuse my
ending with yours sincerely as if birds were children with no mother timeless would I suffer near god's neighbours have you seen my sensual death I left her screaming on the floor like a white rough steam climbing hey you yes you can be my fake soul I want to throw away five black eyes that pierced the shy vallies of eternity I want a break I need to laugh with a deep hole inside the pain's lungs look that's the easter of my dreams finally Jesus is told to be gay he's kissing almost an angel almost a groom with a cross whispering in no ear cus no ear is higher now when feelings are combed with burnt stones may it come just some minutes later when I'll be faint ant the doors will be purple and yellow as if unknown flowers would have chosen to live in a parody of hell's gardens only your dress is thick when sunny widows go round my corpse and the air smells of lilies I won't harm you I won't I just pretend to steal what I already own
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