Suno means “Listen” in Hindi. 

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Suno, to enter the et-he-real (ethereal), I had to pry through your Instagram to get all the inside - the centre of your mother's magma - printer of your bodily horror. A brief broken marriage of honour - your father - her. Every other torture. 

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The umbilical cord holding your lungs down, I know what needs to be done now.

 

God needs to enter. 

Suno, to help god enter. I had to open your intestines, the gift from an absent father. A colonial colloquial charmer. I opened the intestines of the lovely love of my life. You. I had to blow your heart dry from the plastic of her yester-years, discharge the biblical fear from her placental spears. The cords of the mother holding your oxygen in her clutches. My love, the red Himalayan treasure. I will open you up, and exile the sharp mirror. 

 

To enter the ethereal - you are real, I enter all your fears. Your nervous intestines, the cerebral ego of years and years, the curve of your acoustic acidic stomach, overall, everything that is mine, everything dear. I'm almost about - to enter - my destiny, I, Sand(your)woman, enter our love with every cell of my hollow bones, without any religion, or parent, and with all my fear. 

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With you, with you, with you - the burning world is unreal, we are ethereal.

Name - Enter