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R. A . P

Emana black ink
milk flavor of my nipples azure.
poems are written in the folder of the abyss.
on tiptoe, silent and with boots in hand, still naked
- my tongue is black - and the door ajar I left behind
honey
your eyes look for me in dreams, dreams that rampaging fire that kills
. And nothing is iron because you're sleeping.
There is only water and lead boots in my hands, cyan glow
feeding the dead. Emana
naked black ink and I

across
I see that from here the door open is almost


now closed.