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May 2013
We caught flames in the middle of October
the extreme voice of winter came to a shock
violent snowflakes
landed on the cracks, downfall awaited disaster
as humans we no longer adore
what we chased, which were colder than our thoughts.
everything became openly closed,
night quickly turned to sunrise,
propping up her body, placing her wardrobe smoothly
love collapsed heavenly on my lips
diamond studded collar of pain.
why do frozen hands not meet?
HOLYFUCKINGTERROR
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HOLYFUCKINGTERROR  my flat
(my flat)   
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   Sofia
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