Michel Houellebecq. (№ 252369)

That no start is a dead end. Stalled the thing.
I want to return back from halfway
Lay not moving, only the pain in his crawl -
About yourself to look like a body.
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Pounding with a desperate strain your motor,
But unable to cope with the thick, heavy blood;
How do you forget love.
And night fell like a death sentence.