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so solid ... not in time: push/forget. la dernière femme fatale: one dream leads to the wasteland, the other to eternity. your ringing guitar over cloudy satellites. the action: zig-zag, unmotivated, life without a precedent. so solid, so vain. i blush when i see them open. i blush when i try not to whisper just any name. i blush when i vanish. i blush with every your thought my eyes feed my mind. try to speak about the hell of the others. then. f. y. s.

::: words they meant nothing so you can't hurt me i said words they mean nothing so you can't stop me :::