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Comptine d’un autre automne

by Marius Surleac I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with…

Flashes

by Marius Surleac today dig under me with your bare hands until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul the blood will…

Peractio

by Marius Surleac rest your wounds in my shelter tomorrow when I’ll have to die you shall give me a kiss

Still life

by Marius Surleac through dice the six-shooter gleams at the burnt end of the bullet at the other end, like in a comet tale, blood…

Pestis vetus

by Marius Surleac hell is beyond the grey blocks – the desert where no human skeletons resisted to erosion, but became part of