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At Times, Deep Breaths, Excited, Ignore The Lungs
The Persistent Gaze of the Interminable as an Exercise of Revival
He Suddenly Realised That It Didn't Matter What He Was Saying. The Way He Said It Carried the Full Sense
As the Fragments Are Hurled, They Catch the Briefest Images of Existense, the Suspension of Form and Fall
Are You Looking At Me or Am I Looking At You?
This Is Not This, It Always Has Something of That It Supposes You to Be
She Slowly Unfolds Around Herself
We Ecstatically Float On a Calm, Unsuspecting Innocence Made of Porcelain
Desire Is Desire For Words
If Your Image Is an Accumulated Multiple, At What Exact Point in Time, Do I Live in You... Now? (Right Before I Named You I Became Past)
When the Eyes Opened and Faced Her This Which Is (Never) Really This, Greeted Her and the Greeting Looked More Like a Final Expression of Lyricism
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