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From Eucharist To Insect Form - Sine Macula

"Black corianders rain my den and dissolve my changing. My image of insect start in a melic dirge You know my image, you know my secret... The several natures of an illepid organic. Black corianders rain"

Death In Venice - Sine Macula

"(Homage to the unconditional, free spirituality) Remember in the centuries these lifeless bodies What theyve not been able to see, Primordial game and mockery of the silly ones Save me from these damned"

The Locusts Ride - Sine Macula

"(Sex, religion: an impossible dual concept?) Joel (1:2-3) Your nature ravage my conscience elating my soul Your indefinite sex betray divine meanings A s******a on your member a scarlet"

Joey - Sine Macula

"(Dedicated to all those who have suffered in silence) A small diary found in a forgotten loft Faded witness of distant times Pale writing...of a dead boy Wasted shots of a remote reality They breed ravaging"

Last Of My Mind - Sine Macula

"(To those people who, in sorrow, have found the courage to ask for help) Darkness and smoke, everything you can see and you envy my equability... and when my name will cross your ass, youll understand...:"

Buck Up, They're Coming. - Weaver At The Loom

"The air is good here. So I'll breathe in deeply, Then release all that I hold inside. My lungs are gilded gold, but I know how the time may go, before the toxins flow. I'll wait quietly. I'll wait quietly. 'cause"

You Can't Escape Them; - Weaver At The Loom

"Call me a coward, it's so fitting. I flee from open doors. They are creaking, cracking open, and I will never escape them all. I will proceed in fear for what is yet to come, I don't know, but I'll"

You Can't Evade Them. - Weaver At The Loom

"Lately I've been staring at the clouds, alive with beauty. Reflecting all that I live, and I can't help but wonder, "When will they fade away? Fearing the dark may come my way, turning day back into dreary"

But You Can Enjoy Life Before And After, - Weaver At The Loom

"Tiny spheres float in fragile fashion on fluid surfaces, Like time capsules of all ages and spacious intervals. All days and months and years, they hold. Days and months and years, they hold. Days and"

Without Fear Of Their Return. - Weaver At The Loom

"A golden moment's come to pass, And it made a swift goodbye, Waved its hand from left to right, Saying bye, farewell, goodnight. But it left me brave and bold like the knights of ages past, Leaving courage"

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