What a strange thing is sadness when it blooms in your eyes black it would seem a rose of obsidian
My dear
of secret flare
who could
pay the price of your pain
stay it
keep it in the deepest part
of some drawers
so that never again
do you see it.
Mariana Finochietto
of secret flare
who could
pay the price of your pain
stay it
keep it in the deepest part
of some drawers
so that never again
do you see it.
Mariana Finochietto
