another Baudelaire
Another day
even tender touch that won't endure
for you and yours
Just another backwards facade
On the road, night is long, forgets its own...
it hissess, at the nape of his neck
Name yourself, blood yourself
masked fang, cry aloud, caress the distance
Beginning to doubt what is thou art about, the truest you alight
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