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Rearranging the letters, the footprints and the mind.
Deconstructing time, life and pleasure until the woman becomes child becomes fetus becomes nothing. Motionless thoughts. I have no body I am no body and yet I am all roads. I am the zenith and the 9th circle and all the possibilities between. Each artery, breath and skin are my roads to you, my connexions and my deaths. Each attempt of finding my true self becomes a DEAD END and yet I keep groping like a blind man for a way out. I choose to be unknown, unwalked, unwanted, damned and cursed THE ME is a mirror maze of underground tunnels and so I reflect you faithfully. Pure metonymy. Building blocks. Paving your one-way-road to myself. There is no salvation there is no you anymore this is my gift my infinite game and I alone.
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