Insomnia
On the wall, the night is a picture surrealistic ... In the flesh I tire my life ... My head runs deeply into the world ... And my feet devour distances back ... Here the pen divert me to writing on the white page that is offered ... Voluptuousness, a desire invades me ... I intend to love her writing...but only in the dim light, the final solution appears ... oh! insomnia of the night... !
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