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Flower of the five wounds
Sweet seeds, flower of the five wounds
Swallowing down passionfruit in the eve
The wine of the bassarids, a few midnight poems to the orphic
A garnet ring we made and inscribed ourselves
wild lovers it says, il testo per sempre
we are more than love and more than lovers
you who ask spirit to spirit for union
neither body, mind or dowry matter so
a treaty without words, dar...
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