"I veiled your face.
I watched your back.
I feel cold this morning.
My eyes were nailed and flooded the deserts where no one could save you, I simply watched.
Born witch, you know well that I am right, my hands cut the breath there in the depth of the mystery.
Today I wash my face with that cloudy water, it feels fresh on my chest.
Sunrise astral travel .
The metamorphosis of the beautiful". R.M.R
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