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Stuck inside the shoulders that even with a sneeze of a bad cough doesn't want to come out, an inner shadow impossible to touch, of rare and difficult love.
Saved from nothing, soul nothing dirty with dark transparencies against the light.
Neither odour nor thickness but beats within like a heart and stirs with a low tone without tonality.

With no rope to stretch.

Giampaolo Talani, 2015