Trembling Amoret

autumn is the source, i think. water, water lily and character fights.
my dreams as oranges, sweet and blood. dark like that. hard to catch the doll, look look, and skilled at arms he is. he is. trembling, paper-pale. where is my muse and ask ask, discover it for yourself. see it there in front of you, below. some things deceive the quaking body, however. but still, there is wisdom in the humours. and suddenly, in spite of everything:

peel the layers, sticky and bare.
he tells me it's allright. he tells me. he tells me it's allright.
and you believe it, don't you?

your body folds so soft.

"let's open it,/be strong,/cut out/ it's lung"

"sometimes you need the place where you belong.."

"Lately I'm saving it all for a rainy day.."