Whenever and not once
did I see your immortal soul
in the white snow
legs spread for love
The beggar angel's eye sockets
our shadows dig with their handfuls
No, my God
I am kind of scared
The sun rises with the dimness
Of the severed head of Medusa
On TV they run the show
Of the last episode of Paradise
This is our exile
With blood
More fearful
Then the last candle
In the blind yolk of darkness
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Whenever
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