The sun of shame
A transparent secret
And inside - hellfire rays

My red hands strangle you
And my lips are white
I love you to death

The sun of shame
You choke from my white lips
And inside - hellfire - secret

[+ Catullus poem 52:]

Quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori?
Sella in curuli struma Nonius sedet,
Per consulatum peierat Vatinius:
Quid est, Catulle? quid moraris emori?

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