You are flowers
In my stomach
Cutting me open
Nightly
Blooming
Through the cracks
Of the ribs
I only want
To be the sun
For you.
(Source : flowerdrunk)
It's the dance we do.
« L’art est le plus beau des mensonges. »
Claude Debussy
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