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By dint of fighting against the too-thick barriers that we have put up against him
The way out seems to lie at the bottom of the well which has always served to drown him
His nascent desires which eyeing the same intoxicating tracks
The head tilted to the side
The eyelids flickering or closed
The head tilted to the side
br/>The flickering or closed eyelids
His lips with moistened folds
At times let a sort of humiliating weakness shine through
All his hands tied and parading
It's his turn to abandon him at the foot of an unattractive shack
Little girls as milky as they are feverish
In the firmament this farandole buries him deep down
br/>More than abandoned, only this child seems to be able to make him forget everything