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

EEKWACKWACKWERE

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Words are failing I

Playing a dangerous game with words.

Stroganoff

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Creature of Beauty

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Orbital Convergence (for W.)

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Momentum

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Inzicht

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Fuck This Feeling

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Crowded head

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Buzzz

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