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2246 Needles

As if were the same
That an acupuncturist of China:

This cylindrical obsession of your body
This leather passed over by lances
These hung javelins on my heart
These anchored boarding pikes
These hooks sowed in the field of my soul
These galling punctures
Incrusted in my chest.
It tortures me that kiss
That you gave to my lips
That were in ignitions as if were
Flare Lights,
Fire flowers,
Inflamed by your love.

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