The warmth of Kina soothes, melting down the poison and broken glass, seeping into frozen marrow. Everything that is not poison our coldness considers unholy. It only likes to play with fire - the stake. The heat of Kina is passionate, angrying up the blood - Behold The Fire! Beware also of the attacks of your love! Trust not that he will refrain, keeping closed his mouth. Think not you will remain free from its harm. The furnace of Kina is a crushing blast, leaving ...
The voice is gentle. The voice embraces. And it passes throughout us, curled up in every little corner and sitting in every tiny closet. The words are intimate, in heart and body and mind, bringing every little tiny moment. “Feel your breathe beside me in my bed “All the sheets are tangled in my legs…” “You kissed all my tears “But my cheeks never dried.” “You know it’s harder when you hold me “You get me searching for the ceiling.” ...
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