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There's no man Whose muscles would peek Out of a short sleeve Into the solid base Of my soul Of my childhood voice Reverberating in my head In ..

You're scared Perturbed Disturbed You're -ed not -ing What a riddle To remember! You kneel down You clasp your hands You sway You chant ..

I like the idea of Transformation The transformation of My personality Bound by chains Made of smoke Blown out of Your lungs Blacker And b..

What a commotion in the woods! What slippery roots! Making me slide On their slimy arms Leaves are raining Like bombs in Paris are ..

I feel it It is so strong Whatever IT might be I'll pucker my face And expect you to Instil your inner strength in me I'll strok..

Uneven stairs Made of hard roots Erected paths made of Tiny naked bushes Dancing blueberry striptease Underneath your feet Whil..

Being separated by years Being severed by the axe of distance You might think I have put you out of my mind But I have not Since the day w..

You're tossing me over Like a coin on your palm I'm shivering when you crush Into my tiny tight parts Like a star into its adjacent co..

I'm all yours Flying on a tiger fur Hurtling forwards on a rollercoaster Free tickets to youth Expensive rides to ecstatic boosts Clouds g..

I don't generate ideas Ideas generate me Throughout the whole history I'm like a Karel Čapek's robot Being locked in an abbey In a..