We are two hungry women from oblivion , we are two eyes full of paths and time are meaningless .We are the traces of the past in the present, the seed of a budding relationship where we can learn from the rain and wind.We are two women or three dancing in the desert , with its layers and their deaths serve us a drink of desire.We are the traces of the past and the top of the mortal , we are sometimes tenderness Jackal .Smile at me and love me like a wild beast , give me your fire and your poison, as long as you tremble .Give it all rests on my bed and flake stars .Give me your soul to make a ship earth moons and bells
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Moonchild
PoetrySometimes not enough to look back to understand why we are all in the same storm . I hope these poems help you find freedom from your prison and heal your wings so you can fly again forever
