Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

Psycheto Eros so much time chaste so much time barely admired, never loved, now transparent presences wait on me impatiently all day I count the hours

that hinder your arrival you will come as always wearing the cloak of the invisible man at night you come to watch over the foreseeable weeping slight promises that the pain is brief preliminary to the love that passes through me in the tongue’s reversal

that licks the hand and sips the milk gushes the oil that burns the back of the ochre body the archer draws again the string of the smooth bow the arrow cuts

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