consume my burning hollow

the music exposes some vibes;
the sinner seems a pliable saint;
a spontaneous saint, designing
an epical, unfading experience,
provoking me to invoke you…
tacitly to lure you to my zenith,
to consume my burning hollow


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« He wanted her. He knew where to find her. He waited. It amused him to wait because he knew that the waiting was unbearable to her. He knew that his absence bound her to him in a manner more complete than his presence could enforce. He was giving her time to attempt an escape, in order to let her know when he chose to see her again.»
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fragment from the novel, — The Fountainhead

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs