To the often slained lancer
the brave and better prisoner,
of the wild cackling arena
friends of the night
who are fatally strangers to one another
I begin with my own limits
and spear everyone
Betrayal.
Be a wonderful trail.
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Written in Hotel des grand hommes, New York.
Hole in my psyche spying on the well of dreams.
Here I am where you had been before this sequence.
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Fissure legs stalking the entire sea.
Pandaemonium is open
lifting the skirts of cities. Paris in Rome,
Gentleman, you cannot retain the retina reaction
a dull [...]
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Jealousy is a window,
slut,
and half open to me.
Corpses I recruit in the wake of love
never realise I don’t exist.
On this private street, venting songs
I have known many whores.
They come like saturn ringing around my glow.
My plans are evermore transparent and shows me the spineless.
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