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Water, still trembles while
silohuettes words, water is a
hold breath, a solvent; water eats
the ink and take the secrets.
I tell the bones of my heart, the back bone
straight to love.
Let my skin become paper, i leave every
drop of my petal blood, i leave your
name in the background.
Looking stone, little stone, lime of the
Little red traces, so you can find me.
To my palms, open constellations.
The word is memory, a spell to be
done again and again.
I touch with my digital pulps embroidered
pages, fayry materials- this existence of
ours that prolongs it in to be pronounced