Because wanting to impure loss

 That I don't know uncommonly admitted. But yes, you can love with a big mouth. Here, love. If I stay in your streets. They make me bigger. They resonate in sync with your chest. Because word of mouth is like that. Of mouth dreams. Dangerous talk. Shouting prayer. Of useless plea reason. He doesn't want to stick. To your logic. Because wanting to impure loss. Close your eye on the call to the cause object. It follows, in divination, its invisible journey, and back, I surround it by the edge of absence.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.