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and Maldoror keeps laughing
Black eyes
untouched
by His too-wide smile
bereft of humanity
and Maldoror keeps singing
Black hymns
unmoved
by the things they awaken
in us
and Maldoror keeps dancing
Black blood
pooling
in the footprints of His quadrille
with death
and Maldoror keeps looking
Black mirrors
showing
the one thing I don´t want
to see
that Maldoror
is me.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Chants_de_Maldoror)
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