Her odour is of grave and holy bones;
Her odour is of misery and pity.
I love it as i loved herself, of course,
Although it is so horrible and creepy.
I'm terrified by her enormous hate
As was amazed by her enormous passion.
I know that our feelings're our fate
And still I don't pay this too much attention.
I really want to save her from her grief,
From all her troubles, from her desperation,
For it's because of me she has to live
With such an awful feeling of frustration.
Her sadness makes me hate my evil deeds
And also makes me furious and wrathful...
I just want to protect her. It's my need.
And if she rests in peace, I will be grateful.
(13.04.2017 - 17.04.2017)
Odour
© Copyright: Елизавета Буравлева, 2017
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