Is it possible to fall in love with a photo
or with the whiteness of an arm
a metallic reflexion
my vision opens out like a line of teeth
the reasoning escapes me and the ideas fly away
each fragment a vision of its own truth
angels no longer within my grasp
or with the whiteness of an arm
a metallic reflexion
my vision opens out like a line of teeth
the reasoning escapes me and the ideas fly away
each fragment a vision of its own truth
angels no longer within my grasp
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