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I turn around a last time in this big sinister street, my god,the fog insmoothes the tear that slowly drifts down along your cheek.
From the windows, dull and dirty, dozens of whiteand macabre looks scrutinize us as if it was to announcethat this time will be the last...
And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the dropsof sad water of an October rain trickle on my face,I think of this langorous smile again,more precious than your nudity,this carnal smile, ecstatic,that projects me for an instant againin a fantastic whirl of desolation.I'm the angel of desolation, the angel of my own loss,the angel of a shattered life on the wild flanks of a smile.
And I pour a thin and sad tear that shatters itselfin a thousand pieces on the streetsfrom where your look haunts and
Kill me.(
Forget me), ravage me and kill me.
Oh drink my life in a carnal impulse of desire,dream and fly me away on the peak of despair,because I'm the angel of desolation. Yes, I'm...
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