Cycle Iii Man-machine
Anorexia Nervosa
I was to close this strange compendium
Fixed mirror
This wall where I've climbed on to all the night /
The astonishing disarray of the body its shrewd tongue that has just disappeared /
I would have liked
"He has not to do this"
Nothing more was possible /
Carnal torture & final stop
This simple nothing
"Set me free"
Pacify my burns /
Flight
Reached belly & great smile .
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