A FEW WORDS ABOUT HEDONISM

The beauty makes me powerless. I no longer care why; all I want is to leave. When I look at the city of Paris, I yearn to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dance, there is a heartless infinity that feels like a sailor in a serene sea.

Desires round as peaches bloom inside me all night, I no longer gather what falls.

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