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Nov 2018
He opened my eyes
making me see the sewers of my own heart
He did nothing, I did it all
Artiom's spell made me see my faults
And I see, my own deep ****
My loose ends, my yearning to feel!
He did nothing, I did it all
Artiom's appearance - like a mirror to my soul
It's just a bell ringing - from the meaning of the world
It's just a reminder - be careful, watchful with the road
It's Artiom's presence
not himself, just a token from above
And I rise from the floor
And I can feel it flow
But I know this is not what I'm made for
It's just the message
sent tonight by the gods
Artiom - just six letters sounding good
Nothing more!

Life had began to flow, and you got used to
But here's the basal, hidden you, the source of your demons
Here's the knot, here's the doubt
Remember you were born in hell - but you left the place
And now home is your man's arms,
all the sweetness inside.
Home is where the heart is, even if it hurts.
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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