Imposes the collapse along the fiber of a blind impulse. It is
the goal that air sets him lung shredded at the foot of the language. Fi
sts sink into the intimate mist falling sun beating rivers. And there is
no pause in the woven moisture in that body is hidden and limited. Han
ds wave wind in silence and built ships of horror. And the night ta
kes place in whispers that obstruct the total hit of the waves. The men t
hen invoke shipwrecked members of another presence. Their
mouths utter words that imply meaning. Their mo
uths are enormous ships that transported the gloomy love of a source. S
o a question is reborn forgotten dream in which man retains his life ultimately. Thus
a promise carefully and remote feeds the value of closed steps. A land
lost in the chest retains the rebel wrath of dust. Now returns to
the House and you see that the path is compound for the benefit. More
poems by Christian Anwandter at point of partida:htt
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