The cure of water
Mysteriously the water pours its way. Flushes the contours. Gently and thoroughly. “For this photo shooting I clearly saw the desired result in front of me before starting. I wanted…
And I was sadder than this dead paradise, the pink ice stars we walk on; holding hands and plastic high heels that flicker like my nail polish; the fire in your eyes that surrounds us.
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