Sweet kernel that lives in me,
Flagelate my dead smile
Abstract purity, at my eyes unconscious.
At the light that wound like a lance...
Unconscious at the feeling,
Carryin' pain, draining!...
(The memory weeping,
Carrying placidity
And a dead joyness,
And a dead joyness).
[To my distort... distorted image
Deeped in an ocean of deep... anguish...!].
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