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Henrique Rabunhal- Dialogue with my lover

Dialogue with my lover Listen! Do you feel the wind, shaving the windows ? It is my body which goes around sticking to you, Bled dry in a dream that scales buildings, In bites like hours and like snow. Handed … Continue reading

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