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have said...

that the tangible instant
hit me

and I was dancin´ around yourself
hangin´ on
handed motherhoods
glasses

head up
eyes down
enquiring the floor
don´t know what a damn
thing

have said it all
destroyed pupil
submited destroyer
among a smell
since last week

something like music
when i got to see
that voice

soaking soap
but sucking songs
in a silver late eastern
with a battle or two
of rainnin´ hair

have said


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