THEMES THAT YOU LIKE
Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep,
Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back.

I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed

"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness."


Franz Kafka

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