Naples DIES (136): Poets of the road
NARCISO WEB Viola d'amore
Nothing sure yet
your servants to send
pimps
my figure in your hands and cry Fuck
is your favorite vice
fuck at night
day you regret your
cry and call it martyrdom
delirium
women dying
never recognized
consumed Web
unsold remnant
do you feed the computer
promise paradise
just drag the hell
with your narcissus
Nothing sure yet
I accept the madness to stay together
... and I'm already going on.
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