Spell

9:54 AM









Say them again.
Those words in a whisper that sound like a spell.
Let them escape your lips where travel the curse of my name.
I've been looking static not to accept.
But to boomerang your poisoned energy back to where it was built.
Don't ask me the keys when you set yourself in your own prison.
Don't expect from me any compassion.

The dress: Screen Girl Berlin
The nails: Nail Gals

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