evening ink across the world so
qu'alentour by the influx of images is
manufactures sequences
trucks to cross the hours waiting ...
and garage suddenly capsized in the light where the stars
s'étoilent on the sheets
when you cross me and I blink
mouth on fire on your asphalt
when our lips are lining up to cross our paths
of contraband and the winters
troubled highway
who go and return
finally arrive at his destination
I eat even your eyes
this traffic chills impromptu
I keep the smell of your skin on my cheeks I
all your high tide in the belly when you
'm leaving d other latitudes
and desire that swelled up my mouth
s'épivarde words to the desert where
you leave me open vertigo
we still
we will fire
we fire
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