Poem.
of course I love you
and that you feel on the skin
as vivid and true suffering
a curse that trickles through
my veins that sleep in the morning
sleep deep red and black
morning near you
sniffs your eyes half-open
lips burnt by last kiss
staggering and completely
the retina attached in chains
Flower light dies
that kept me up all night
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