The story continues and finishes me off, I bow
Irreplaceable curse, I've been wallowing without
remission
Bitter soil of the passionate loss, ruinous bagatelle
Capitulation
For so, so, so long, I turn in vain
For so, so, so long, I turn in vain
In the ghetto of your palm
Imposing of impassibility
That snatched me up
nevertheless
Up to the very need of voices promiscuity
Up to the very need of voices promiscuity
Up to the idea of a back
I choke breathlessly
Under a continuous sigh
That my lungs store as a fact
I choke breathlessly
Under a continuous sigh
That my lungs store as a fact
December 31,
2013