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below the air, there is only writing, - criminal touch, long-tongued delinquent, torment me torment me and let me let me let me dream of you, below the air drown my eyes in each word, falling on my knees half awake half asleep, teach me your firmness, like a blind man with my fingertips, i”ll read your manuscript on chaotic lips: how much calligraphy, order, no mistake, when you think it was written in the dark, murderous touch, with your rigor entice me below the air lower and below like a spear that pierces the earth from one end to the other until we come experts în penology