I look at the switch on the wall, I play with the knife in my hand. I touch the door knob, I think of the key. I remember the sunlight, I taste of the sea. I scream with my head. i think with my voice. I kiss the child in my arms, I cut through its skin, I bleed from my heart. I weep from the sky, I murmer my love. I run from the light, I lay on the ground, I imagine the stars, I cut off my hair, I will burn from afar.Birth sign: Pisces
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