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Ideas captured in the net I weave have a go on the swing of transparent threads I hear them lost while the spiders enjoy the prelude of the right poison on light reflexes lascivious at their faceted crystal eyes. I guess ideas and spiders at

Body exists in my shape and movement is there the soul transcends me any time of life perplexes masks look into the mystery through the mirror's images. O corpo existe em minha forma e movimento é nele que a alma

Suddenly by mid-morning I imagine and want you irremediably. The space separating us is from memory falling asleep to forget you by mid-morning. Coming up light into concentric circles egocentric of sun vibrate lubricious specters into my eyes. To