dust
I thought nobody will inspire me ever, —
yet, you took me out of every bΓͺte noire.
Now, I don't head anymore in bad routes
for I rise without fading in hypersomnia
(of space and time), (of water and dust).
an ending, a beginning
i’m the kiss of beautiful dreams, — i’m the duchess with the drug of love on my lips, — i’m the sacrament of tender gestures and luminescence of eyes’ susurration, — i’m chiseled by his envisions vibrating not only in my heart but in any paradigm, — i’m the goddess of goddesses, — his… i am the splendor of an ending, a beginning... i'm in his formidable mood
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