Li(3) MAG

March 16, 2014
By shaojian BRONZE, Malolos City, Other
shaojian BRONZE, Malolos City, Other
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my flames are settled, darling
march out the stems of liberty, I'll revel with
the fringes of your scarcity
my dear – how you unravel yourself to me; peel by peel
of each skin of secrecy that cowers on your
body, delightfully, nulling,
the coarse song in my eyes,
the sweet smell of l'appel du vide



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