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Red bondage
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comets bombard the clouds with black silk
Taft rises from the murky water
a legend forged in buried ovens
snakes crawled up onto pieces of soul
we look in the mirror
only to see our shame, transforming into a monster
the octopus stretches far from the core
transforming the sounds into a lonely moan
crying inside the victory hymn
a coffin filled with soft and icy fodder
the nails keep on bursting inside the soul of the mahatma
concerning apparently just bodhisattvas
in a mystical circle you find only the void that feels up your eyes
blue, obsessing the horizon
a copulative universe in the last lust seconds of erection
before the choir of priests finishes the psalmist’s riddle
we can all be described in three words
in any order you desire, you, my favorite creation
are only death, sex, ejaculation…
fuck the universe…
if you still think you can, my friend…
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- Fluerașu Petre
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