Streicheln
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Embrace that never was.
I tried to paint, honest, i did. I wanted to paint the world for you, but the end result was pathetic and sad, nothing but bloody smears on a dirty window.
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Forgotten ones.
So lonely amidst crystal trees, in the forest of forgotten paintings of the past. Silence all around, silver of the moon breaking, reflecting in transparent stumps of chopped off fingers.
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In love with myself.
Have you ever felt a surge of something almost profound, filling every cell of your being, 'till you've felt as if you're going to burst, spilling it all around yourself?
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Mirror.
I breath the night air fully, as if for the first time, filling my lungs with it to the brim, until it feels as if they will burst, and it's the best feeling in the world.
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Bittersweet.
I sit at the window, staring listlessly at the rain, drops of water land on my face sometimes, mixing with the tears. On my tongue is a bitter-salty taste of happiness long gone.
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