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Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath, |
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perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops, |
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his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk. |
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Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom, |
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He freed himself in an uncensored dance. |
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Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. |
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Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence. |
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A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade struck his memory. |
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Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land. |
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He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions |
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And his moan was like a sweet chant without words. |
