duminică, 24 martie 2013

French passion

my wings are sheets
and I fly when the moon is ravaging
the dark blue sky-
to die!to die
and receive
with every breath
of red and endless end
that runs through
my flesh...
in love!I'm in love
with foolish desires,
crimson words and a passion
smeared with musical
lipstick and ballerina
touched!I'm touched from the inside
and I despise my ivory
imaginary friends and very present foes,
what a banquet of fools!
my wings are sheets
and I'm a bird
drowning in watery

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