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Dante Rocío Jun 2020
Artistic existing and being,
however it is,
comes from the verge
of the land of sense,
somehow non-consciously
and dazing,
like the prophesying Pythia,
yet not that supernaturally
“Artyści gdzieś na skraju krainy zmysłów.
Z dala od śmiertelników,
gdzie wszystko jest tak ulotne”
under naked moonlight
my eyes had deceived me
my mind has tortured
me
for
years
she took my breath away
her black dress
on
an
concrete smile
she styled me
as she
danced for me
?
















...
..
.
she has an choked
it's
black
it's our
viral love
she loves
my
art
...

— The End —