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Sören - Nantes, May 2019 .
The whole photoset is up on Patreon (public post)
Sören writes a magical poetry
THE CORE OF US:
The core of us is a forest
And I
I think
I want to
Oh to sleep for months under marble, between the dirt and what will be summer at last
With a breath of you pressed against me until you come dig me up like I’m your secret
I’m so sorry love for all the landmines in my mouth but I swear they will rust, I swear
Let me go to all the places it feels wrong to turn over the scarlet soil – I will sow trust
Let me go to all the places it feels right so I can bring my storms to your purple oceans
The core of us is metallic glass
To be yours I kiss red traffic lights
I bathe in grey clouds of future rain
I whisper your name to the black dog that appears on the railway on tuesday nights
Like an offering – and I watch as the fourth hour comes, as it devours only the pain
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Sören - Nantes, May 2019 . The whole photoset is up on Patreon (public post)
Sören iwrites a magical poetry
THE CORE OF US:
The core of us is a forest
And I
I think
I want to
Oh to sleep for months under marble, between the dirt and what will be summer at last
With a breath of you pressed against me until you come dig me up like I’m your secret
I’m so sorry love for all the landmines in my mouth but I swear they will rust, I swear
Let me go to all the places it feels wrong to turn over the scarlet soil – I will sow trust
Let me go to all the places it feels right so I can bring my storms to your purple oceans
The core of us is metallic glass
To be yours I kiss red traffic lights
I bathe in grey clouds of future rain
I whisper your name to the black dog that appears on the railway on tuesday nights
Like an offering – and I watch as the fourth hour comes, as it devours only the pain
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