it's a beautiful night

the stars are all out

i sit down on a wooden chair

and you stuff a dirty rag

into my mouth

one thing you can do

is speak fabulously

wonderfully and

extravagantly

you're positive

that when you are alone

the spirits of saints

touch you softly



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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