Sometimes I can be like vapour, almost no mass, pushed by the wind, held just by air itself, among leafs, just being, a few beams of light slowly increase my temperature and I rise to contemplate caotic lines . That's the state I let myself get into, when my mind flows among your inner being.
Blood Red
sweet eyes
venom words
flesh, claws
magnetic, curves
velvet, lust
mouth tongue and kisses
freedom, electricity
permanent
hidden inner places
heart
hand, another hand and another
the sum of the angles in a triangle always equals 180º
fear, no fear
passion, night and day
music and poetry
love love love
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