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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2017-03-05 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I must make sure myself that I’m alive. I have to smell a flower, to smash a window, to cling to people and to stifle them. To catch ropes by the neck to the most resistant and to shoot their heads down, with all my strength. Then, to fall asleep. To dream that I don't need you, because you are none, and afterwards, to make bridges between us, lest I lose you. To terrify everyone, to break you into pieces of meat, and to cry aloud. And lastly, to call you to come to me lusting for caresses. To not want to see you. To not know, quite a long time, that I am dead and free.
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