You take off your black shoes and everything else. You walk barefoot in the snow. You stay away from crowds.
I am always indecisive. between the world and the self. I am struggling. I am hesitant.
The dirtier you are, the closer you are. You are not afraid of being ugly. You fell so low. I love you, give me a kiss. If there is so-called love. In the face of someone who loves you lightly, you don't feel insulted. You just fall lower and lower. You threw a hot kiss with your shockingly red lips. With a naked body, resist the temptation of fate.
you're not wrong. You are not embarrassed.
Who is cleaner than you? Who is more qualified to criticize? I still get angry when I come across arrogant remarks. I think of your tears slowly sliding down. From the look in your eyes I see the sadness of the world leaving.
You are not angry. You are just sad.
If you did your best and fell very low, I don't understand the blood dripping from your chest. If everything is out of control, between tenderness and violence, it is difficult for me to decide which is more primitive intimacy. In between, there is your calm face. You smile quietly. I'm not sure if that happened. I just want to look at you.
You don't care about disillusionment. You are never afraid. Although everything is not in your hands. If you are nothing. Every morning you still stick to your post, and every night you go back to comfort Mom.
as I came to you. If I can like you. I speak to you like a confession. You are smiling. I can wear anything if you like. You said. Look how noble you are.
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