Indulgent passion

Kiss me tender, hug me, sing softly, calm me down at night when thoughts suffocate me and burn me so I will not die of absolute terror or melancholy because of how clear it becomes at night that this world is not as pure as I imagined it to be, that people die and kill each other with swords or with words, that nature is dying too and what exist beyond the horizon is not poetic but rough and devilish.

catch me now if my dreams become pieces because so will my body and my soul.

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