Escaped from the occult

miércoles, diciembre 21, 2022

 We said to each other, resurrected, I love you. Under the storm of the questions of time. Enough messengers. To themselves, deaf. Only exit doors. With hands looking wavering. As you dodge glances. Escapes from the occult.

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