Whenever and not once
Did I see Your soul
In the white snow
Legs
Spread for love
The beggarly angel
Of the fir tree
Picks by handfuls
Our shadows
No, my God
I am kind of scared
The sun is rising with the dullness
Of Medusa’s
Chopped off head
On the television is being run
The last series of Paradise
The exile
With the blood
More skittish
Then the last candle
In the blind yolk
Of the dark
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Whenever and not once
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