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The evening dress was on her: in that morning:
over one breath more atmospheric:
   when they led out her: step behind the long arms: from the blankets.
Even though: she was looking through me again: I was already chosen.
Selia doesn't ask for dance - just sparks with her nails towards you silently.
Than:
  every time:
      when I was realize myself:
         I stood:
and she painted a claret salza around me.
Also because my body doesn't own any rhythm - 
    the pulse: now beating in me like a downpour on the roof
        - she used me as a tool -
           she was tugging on pulleys in me - by elbows and calves:
              she was growing into my joints:
                 she was calling my loins with nipples
and so: in moments: when I forgot about myself - I was flying with her.



I have to ask that little shaman
  to take my heart out for a moment -
    I have to clean it a bit and squeeze -
        to extrude our blood.
I know that will help."