D. (dalaruan) wrote,

measure for measure

Have you ever expected such pain? Breathtaking, literally. Slit open. Raw flesh, exposed. Flay your skin to the bones, what will you find? The ultimate substance? Maybe you just break up, the bits that were you / start speeding away from each other for ever.

...and again these ambigous voices:

Let it be.
Let it be.

Federico Erra - As elegant suicide is the ultimate work of art II
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