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Mar 2015
Under the indolent sun
Who burned my skin without move
My dermis melts
My flesh bursts
My bones break such of the Crystal
Perverse vision and melancholy
My body gets tattered
And the keen mind that I was
Of the wise person's dream I loses the thread
Who lets leave powerless
All of my own
Feelings intermingled with ashes
I come there to believe that I died
Then why am I so happy
Dust of heart , powder of soul
Flies away and mix
Would I finally find fulfillment,
You  , who thought make me blind
You who thought of getting out the life
You give me eternal death
Soft karma and Metempsychosis
Will wake me up from the dead
Would rebuild my body
Would tame my soul
To return to you again
Alchemical breath and piercing look
You probed the depths of my bowels
You the most beautiful fiancée
O thou death  O my end
Do not give up your poor lover
Fusion of life in a yoke of feelings
Will make of us only one love
Continue up to the ******
Paroxystic of our two being
Both diving at the bottom of the *Styx
realrampage
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realrampage  france
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   Amber Bowen
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