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My Poetry Is A Game. My Life Is A Game. But I Am Not A Game.

Besides Black Art, There Is Only Automation And Mechanization.

Death, Vicious Death, Leave A Green Branch For Love.

Today In My Heart A Vague Trembling Of Stars And All Roses Are As White As My Pain.

The Night Below. We Two. Crystal Of Pain. You Wept Over Great Distances. My Ache Was A Clutch Of Agonies Over Your Sickly Heart Of Sand.