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

Woorden Als Geweld

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A sudden path

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Bloed

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Same

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Knieval

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Reflection

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Warm

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Words are failing X

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Wednesday

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Dèja vú

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