
Berlin Artparasites
You are the heart's volcanobreaking out accidentallyputting all vessels in turmoil ,and in all that burningit is temptation,you are mine in an instant .But sometimes like a pest-irritatingand you are then gone ,function suspendedas though into a deep slumber.
You area flower bandbound togetherwith forger-me -not s,a memory in awumbuk .Sometimesthe daylightflickeringthrough the minute squaresin a wire mesh.
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