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• Artiste: Flipron
• Titre: orpheus inconsolable
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rain falls from the rainclouds the ground holds it breath the dust is as lost as your bones impact after impact the rain finds its way through the leaves and the soil and the snails and the stones and under bricks and broken cups between the rancid copper coins sown like dirty seeds by careless hands I dreamed that I would find you as a traveler finds treasure in the ordinary findings of extraordinary lands but friends all hold my hands and say that grief is a beast who will bind a broken heart with chains and with ropes who will feed your loss with longing who will sow such pretty seedlings as will grow into a forest full of kudicrous hopes but I know at the bottom of my brain there is a hole through which I will pass to find you at last oh porridge peeling in the pot oh innards of the broken clock that points toward your face with lifeless hands I dreamed that I would lose you as a traveler will leave behind extraordinary losses in only ordinary lands but friends all hold my hands and say that grief is a beast who will bind a broken heart with chains and with ropes who will feed your loss with longing who will sow such pretty seedlings as will grow into a forest full of ludicrous hopes but I know at the bottom of my brain there is a hole through which I will pass to find you at last