fragments

novalis
1 min readSep 6, 2019

love a word which I think write say but do not know because the word itself is only a vague cipher for the air which moves around the figure or what the ancients called ‘aura’

a cold shadow blowing in the heart of it

it’s very visceral to me like a map of a city I’ve known my whole life her body the stubbly blond hairs on her legs her pubic her ass and her slender back lean arms small breasts hairs black poking around the nipples which I pluck with my teeth when I see them which makes her howl in pain and maybe even pleasure

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