partisan

red

nes

Love and poppy

The clothes are stuck

out of fields and rustic milk
originated

Our Virgo
after the forest sewn

travels to show

For exaggerated gentlemen
what is purity

How can everything be bought
for one childhood

received while playing…

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a dog who knew my name

Part 1. Monday.

the alarm is not a sound, but a dry, needle-prick in the temple. The body itself, without the intervention of consciousness, turns off the button, turns, lowers its feet on the cold floor. Ritual. Mechanics forged through thousands of the same…

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Question about the ring

I crawl through this shimmering landscape that can't be called a forest, it's more like a forgotten attempt by a god to sculpt land, abandoned halfway. The feet are scooping up water, the soaked boots are splashing over the ankles rhythmically and indifferently. The air has risen, filled with...

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Beautiful and nasty

at first it only threatened, the sky darkening to the color of wet asphalt and the air filled with damp dust and the smell of anticipation. Then the first drop fell. Heavy, lonely, leaving on the heated sidewalk a dark, quickly disappearing...

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purple scar

the sun, cut by the blade of the horizon, slowly bled into the cool bath of the sea, and that blood painted the underbelly of the clouds with a color so banally dramatic that it made one want to light another, even though the first one had not yet been smoked. She was…

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