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It’s the discount season,
Souls are being sold at half price.
What’s your worth?
I want to divide
my feelings for you.

There’s a merchant
On the corner
Shouting:
“Get your secrets,
They are fresh,
Special offer,
Tears for free”

We don’t look at tags for prices
Pain is always very cheap
And joy is to expensive.

It’s the discount season
My soul is for sale ...

My sweet demon.

I see you
Like a light,
Shining thought a blurred window,
Capable of shining only for itself
Like a mortal god,
Only the illusion of what you could be.
Like perfection,
Only a dream that turns to nightmare.
An angel
For yourself,
A daemon for my soul.
You are my friend because I hate you,
You taught me how to
For that I hope
Your loneliness is what you most desire
I thank you
For mending broken mirrors,
and opening new wounds.

My first post!

This is my first post, my first blog!
It was a moment's impulse that made me register!
So welcome to my house of flies!

My first post!

Death is a magician
that turns corpses into flowers
and souls into flies