I can only write When the hearth is burning And the eyes are white Blood is pumping I can see no light The mind keeps turning Dark is real the nerves of steal But the skin is soft With goosebumps all over I seek for you my beloved In towers of paper in lines flowing from my pen I can hear the whispers I ask myself when ? When can I write How to pour this war out When my ears turn to violence From somewhere within words will take flight. If I let darkness seep in.
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Photography project with my friend Sophie Schaminee. Me being the model she the creative brains and photographer. Had so much fun.
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Photography project with the great Sophie Schaminee. #photography #amfi #me #justafeeling
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