Can there be something more,
something more than the veils and revelations
of your knots and nakedness?
Can there be something more,
something more than the flights and stirs
of your wings and your bullets?
Tell me, is there anything more faithful,
something less loyal than honey and gall
what breathes, what perspires
your skin?
Can there be something more,
something more you than me,
something more me than you< br/>than this
amortal love?
Can there be something more,
something more than the cradles and moons
of your seas and tides?
br/>Can there be something more,
something more than winter and hell
of your peaks and your chasms?
Tell me, is there anything better,< br/>something more criminal
than the love-dislove
of your fire when it is a game
traitor?

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