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Mute Desire
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  Come Naja, come: 
from the scented tree 
and spread out your hood. 
I will pull you down on my lips 
One day. 

Classical porn, Neanderthal. 
In your stark nakedness I wanted an asylum. 
A place guiltless, hands blackened, moony face, 
Nothing to hide, except the fame 
Of a fear. 

Can I breathe in a cosmos? with integrity? 
The interviews are corrupt, the dales stun, 
The peace perverted, destroying the white birds. 
O browning sun! 
Wait till the moon rises. 

The daily war is very raw 
You burn your fingers 
for purity.
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February 06, 2011
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