Unseen and irreversible.
Le danse a disparu
quand les figures tourne tard dans le nuit.
Les orages de leur bras devenait les tentacules d’un tango passionné.
We will have it all, exploring the night like jaguars. The tentacles of tango enmeshing our souls into a blazing heresy that cannot be undone.
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