"I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated that had been sleeping in your soul."
-PN
“I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain dark things,secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”-PN
There's some kinda loveAnd there's some kinda hateThe maggots in the eye of loveWon't copulate
sweet lovely death i am waiting for your breath come sweet death, one last caress.
There's some kinda loveAnd there's some kinda hateThe maggots in the eye of loveWon't copulate
sweet lovely death i am waiting for your breath come sweet death, one last caress.
