Apr 14
let’s play that.
—
behold! this angel told me, squeezing my hand,
with a smile between its teeth:
go on, untune the choir of the contented men.
- let’s play that, until we decease.
(excuse my lousy english)
(jards/torquato, my anthropophagical crap with your beautiful work was a sad gag reflex)
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