Eths des cendres

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Your heart hangs above my head.
You, the lover, only a crumb of your soft, almost adolescent skin remains.
The fly is circling, it is no longer patient.
Hot dust wants to make me cough.
My hands don't stop thinking.
My eyes don't want to drool anymore. Just that it wasn't me who killed him.
Head hurts, sinkhole swallows, it's a dirty floor.
Do you feel it burning?
Body wobbly, you who fall.
Drowning your throat violated. Try to speak!
Come and lose yourself in the hollow of my back. I love your blood on my body.
Eat your heart in my hands.
I couldn't hide anything in it. I only look at you.
With my hands... Drown you! Let yourself be drunk by the great secrets of the angels!
Let yourself believe that you have made me dirty.
Let me see you weak in a body that is leaning.
Let me have the choice so that you never have pain again.
Let me believe that you no longer have pain...
A drunken puppet, for a greedy master.
Always smile to sleep less. And kill yourself just for laughs.
Let me believe you're no longer in pain.

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