It’s one of those nights that scream like a wolf. Your need to touch your soul like a newborn cry. Consonant by consonant, you teach it to be silent. Weights are the words, like stones. They don’t come back, no matter how far you throw them. Brave is he who resists the momentum of the arrow from the inside out! Cannibalism of the soul, Am I alive, or am I aaaaaaaaaaa live? Intonation, pauses like garlands on the white Sunday tablecloth. Courage, says the captain of bravery! I’m tired, YOU shout! I see a little more land! Just don’t give up!
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Lena Kyropoulos
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