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Impossible to save the balance with this bigot Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be My dive will end this circus parade The sweet p... - I Killed Rebecca
Two hands remain, Two eyes I've embraced When confusion seems to have your face, It could be more simple to disfigure, And I'm sure, I'm sure that it will be t... - Imploding
It's not time to arrange 'Cause I want to taste this infection again Wish of tranquillity stinks like an absurd lie, I long to enumerate How many ariose conclu... - Ironical Communion (Amber)
Sweet Irony, Hits my tangled troubles, and frees this Blade From the stranding line Cynically slides, Through dusty gemstone, To offer a soft respite to my ethe... - Labyrinthine
Smell this gentle condition Misanthropy Is there something to respect? Painting the same landscape again, You can lose What these fluid movements are electing ... - My Glassy Shelter
Is it so useless to talk With these still shades? Sometimes it seems that I spy my moves Through the vent of a glass stone But what am I observing? The sandpit... - New Disorder
Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion It's so sweet to come across my holes again Let it be removed ... - Pleonasm
I've been swallowed by the plaything Born through my brainful ashtray, It stinks, pure on this laughable side The will to skin, This gaping flourish encumbers ... - Ruins
And in poor seconds, the filthy figures surrounding become obstacles Smell of acid thoughts Intoxicated eyes, Madly, Are you searching for the obscure calm, B... - The Other's Touch
It's so improbable to find the light, When clouds are rubbing me Words run creating hatred scrawl, Streets have nothing more to ask When I relive this Pain Che... - The Passage (Pearl Grey)
I've a thousand ways to ruin all, But I'm walking to poor choices A negative pulse will be searching for me Immobilised in the cerebral cell I'm observing my s... - The Picture
A never ending Painting, No subject defined, Not a precise style, Confused traits poor colours Are you really able to find a message? I, Defeated, Grow dim ag... - The Unpoetic Circle
It is quite ironic, I can't slow down this run, But this was my object: To feel Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is ... - The Unpoetic Circle (Bottle Green)
It is quite ironic, I can't slow down this run, But this was my object: To feel Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is... - Vector
Analysis seems to be the better answer But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest? Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions My frantic excav... - Vector Third Movement
Follies wedged, Deep, Twisting brush against the warp, This waltz agrees to armorial bearings stuck on my route To glide from the light blue of desire's room S...
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