with white laces and white.
solitude, the palace of the mind.
box beyond nostalgia, the summit to admire the skyline.
an icy wind, and the hair on the face.
eyes closed and breathing.
kneeling on the ground between his hands.
a finger along the head to the soul, a groove
a trajectory like a drill into
oriented desires
torture in and directs the wishes
torture in order to understand the nature of being.
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