This cold morning in hell

The air smells of fire
Freezing fire under a concrete ceiling
I can feel them in bed together
The head throbs with new season
Suppose sleep is the reason
I am not afraid anymore
But the fire and her pervasive smell
Tang this morning
This cold morning in hell

De Natte Bar II

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Words are failing I

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Knieval

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Inzicht

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The Code

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Woorden Als Geweld

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Words are failing VI

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Prisoners

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Honeymoon

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Genoeg

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