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"Kiss me kiss me please never stop
I'm slowly, slowly touching the clouds
My horses have gone wild in the fog
Your whispers shake the earth and my bones

Help me help me be a new man
I'm weak and smoke runs into my veins
Your power can't be held with two hands
A woman that I won't meet again"



À consulter

Le beau risque

Misonéisme & Être-Tout : les deux extrémités de la conscience de soi