I know you know that there’s no other god than this: a music that places on your mouth a kiss. A song that makes you want to leave yourself behind, like a welcome self-destruction. A moon new to the night. A brain unopened in a dream. A soul, drenched and cursed and before all the world, but blessed. A blink of the eye, a final memory. Neon lights; heavy rain; fields of flowers; city streets.
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