Parading

The language of my

love does not belong to human
love does not belong to human
love does not belong to human
language, my human body does not
language, my human body does not
touch the flesh of my love. My amorous
touch the flesh of my love. My amorous
imagination has always been constant —Paul Éluard, translator unknown
imagination has always been constant
—Paul Éluard, translator unknown

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