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the body of the name lying naked on the tongue the touch of rust the sunset at the change of the season the sea coming home to a lonely shore the lips asking for more, the ears the amorous organs emptied of echoes, the cities built on bones from scrambled noise emerges syntax that conjugates attraction in parallax and someone or not-one spoke a metonymy of solicitude in the beginning in the end, in the garden in the ruins events ever fragile, encounters that were almost nothing the hounding difference between a thing and a word between us and us between the data, the predictions thereof and the unexpected that we have not yet learned to trust the body unspoken, the touch untranslatable
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
singularity
the body of the name lying naked on the tongue the touch of rust the sunset at the change of the season the sea coming home to a lonely shore the lips asking for more, the ears the amorous organs emptied of echoes, the cities built on bones from scrambled noise emerges syntax that conjugates attraction in parallax and someone or not-one spoke a metonymy of solicitude in the beginning in the end, in the garden in the ruins events ever fragile, encounters that were almost nothing the hounding difference between a thing and a word between us and us between the data, the predictions thereof and the unexpected that we have not yet learned to trust the body unspoken, the touch untranslatable
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
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