Benjamin Fraser
Their spirits beat upon my
like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
I closed my eyes, and heard them vibrate.
I closed my eyes, but I knew when their lashes
crashing down his cheeks from his eyes, turned his head and when
;
and when their clothes were joining them, or belong to the exquisite
drapes.
Their spirits watched my ecstasy
with expansive views of indifference stellar. Ilori spirits
watched my torture;
drank it as if it were water of life;
with flushed cheeks, bright eyes
with the flame of my soul straight gilded their spirits, like butterfly wings
issues from a stroke to sunlight.
Eınvocavano from me just life, life, life.
But I took for myself,
grabbing and squeezing those souls,
comeun child crushes grapes and drinks
Giumella to the purple juice,
came to this wingless void,
where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor
you know the rhythm of life.
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