to life, to love, to confusion, to fields, to trenches, to fences, to lakes and to forests, to cats, to dogs, to horses,to joy, to pain,to plains and to mountains,to plants and to stones,to the sea: open. my skin burns.
i have no more defences but i can fly.
my approach to life is purely poetic.
i don't have to write for it.
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