It was as if were carved; you, and the one peeking out of the carpet;
Lie down; as if lying on milky marmoreal grass and being hunted i break
Some horns and fingers; being a slave, I disobey; may resist the soft molds
Of your enlightened appearances; whiteness; mildness;
And myself been severed may that never be noticed the stain of blood on the statues;
For we duel nobly without godfathers; three bodies; three animals; glued
Of one delight tearing our protections; fury and passion, tooth and kiss; your lights;
And the atypical spark between three bodies, three guns and a fight.
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