my body is a perfect ghost:

loveless, breathless

heartless, sexless

between christianity and love,

it was the nexus

doubling your skeleton voice,

as it exits

in 40 hours, misery will turn to

terror, violence and death

for so many human beings

the moon is heavy with worry

animals squeal and writhe

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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