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days revolve in circles and transparent dilemmas: death and seduction hours like sirens and full hearts the conquerer is no winer with his reflexes drawn into eagerness I saved some slopes into unknown as they set the table for the unheard screaming whose is the fierce desire? what does the poor mind know about the honest being? what can your body do with his/hers/theirs? dangers in the four corners true love is the hardest thing those days wouldn't let go of the centre the full-emptiness of this desire: give myself to me already devoured hurt, shame, helplessnes true love leaves you free incomplete facing the heart of darkness unresolved
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
circles as we move on
days revolve in circles and transparent dilemmas: death and seduction hours like sirens and full hearts the conquerer is no winer with his reflexes drawn into eagerness I saved some slopes into unknown as they set the table for the unheard screaming whose is the fierce desire? what does the poor mind know about the honest being? what can your body do with his/hers/theirs? dangers in the four corners true love is the hardest thing those days wouldn't let go of the centre the full-emptiness of this desire: give myself to me already devoured hurt, shame, helplessnes true love leaves you free incomplete facing the heart of darkness unresolved
irinia
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Romanian
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
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