french tortures;

more poisons

this is hardly art it's

more hardened arteries

cracking as they

let through a few dark blue

drops of thick, airless blood

while the throat still sings

destiny is the path to the impossible

dance down it - let your heart stay soft

let your lips tremble - let the tears drop

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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