O Hell
- To clear the drifts of spring
- Of our forbears' excrements
- And bury the subconscious archives
- Under unaffected flowers
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- Indeed --
- Our person is a covered entrance to infinity
- Choked with the tatters of tradition
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- Goddesses and Young Gods
- Caress the sanctity of Adolescence
- In the shaft to the sun
~Mina Loy