From the silence still ...
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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From the silence still drunk and sleepwalking
mirrors behind your name gets naked
Fuzzy between lamps is death your pupil
being born to the day wearing a long black pottery and bodies
Your revelation
never ceases at night without
traces the background of your voice that refuses
there is another voice that says
displaced Your gods are recreated in reality
stealth invisible.
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