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Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Look, look...
your head down
in the lap of the loved one,
almost white,
almost beautiful,
your sleeping head
over the lap of snow
of being loved!
See, see...
your stamped face
in the mirror
between wefts.
Could there be greater beauty,
with no shoes,
running away from the night club?
thoughtless thought
that doubles the angular momentum
of your eyelids.
The swallowing mirror
of your teary eyes,
dripped crystals
on the silver skin.
Fingertip filigree.
Fear of enjoyment and desire.
I don't know who dreamed
your deserts...
but broke with oasis
the seal of the sea.
distressed apex
in the polygon of emotions.
sleeping heart,
downtrodden
in the dungeons of the tower
of bold ironies.
See, see...
what no one else can.
What never was!
My forest was lost,
got lost in me.
Bitten Wolf Apple (Hail Jack!)
per person and beast!
Your sleeping body...
Your prince charming...
Your mouth open.
Kiss that's late.
Kiss that stuns!
kiss that falls asleep
on the lips.
See, see...
what is not written
in the genetic code of the matrix...
PAR
your head down
in the lap of the loved one,
almost white,
almost beautiful,
your sleeping head
over the lap of snow
of being loved!
See, see...
your stamped face
in the mirror
between wefts.
Could there be greater beauty,
with no shoes,
running away from the night club?
thoughtless thought
that doubles the angular momentum
of your eyelids.
The swallowing mirror
of your teary eyes,
dripped crystals
on the silver skin.
Fingertip filigree.
Fear of enjoyment and desire.
I don't know who dreamed
your deserts...
but broke with oasis
the seal of the sea.
distressed apex
in the polygon of emotions.
sleeping heart,
downtrodden
in the dungeons of the tower
of bold ironies.
See, see...
what no one else can.
What never was!
My forest was lost,
got lost in me.
Bitten Wolf Apple (Hail Jack!)
per person and beast!
Your sleeping body...
Your prince charming...
Your mouth open.
Kiss that's late.
Kiss that stuns!
kiss that falls asleep
on the lips.
See, see...
what is not written
in the genetic code of the matrix...
PAR
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