Inside the deep forests of dolor
where I secretly hide my weepings,
where I conceal my dreads...
The snake is slumbering like a dead limb,
I am cold in your body.
where I secretly hide my weepings,
where I conceal my dreads...
The snake is slumbering like a dead limb,
I am cold in your body.
I penetrate into your wounds
where eyes are watching for me,
numb gapings, threshold with no borders,
oblivion of flesh and mourning.
Small mimetic animal,
I wander through your recesses
tasting like salt flower.
Flesh cathedral,
I dissect your entrails,
dreadful irradiated fate,
where I consider the real shape
of the circle, thousand times.
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