the thick syrup of bitter feathers caressing my skeleton
as I’m weighing less every minutes
As if I’m already on departure
with all my daemons underbreast
a biscuit path for my sugarless day
maybe I could believe again
Oh Holy pain of the dichotomic soul
I am sick of everything I have known heard believed thought
sick of everything that I know
everything I hear everyday
thank you for the quiet seconds
when my heart startle
Only in the dearest crash and burn of my ethereality(…)
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Helenina-S%C3%A2me-Photographie/133998520600?ref=hl
like me there so I can feel less lonely.whatever.
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