Crossing the threshold, leaving the known world behind. Preparing for revenge against the one witch tongue in the thought leaves an unsafe tension in my body. Revenge for the plim and palm you have to take care of. The spine wants to free itself, wants to move in the shape of ssss, hips oooo´s. Revenge for all suppressed – rewatch for the always doing, for the missing care, for the body, for the boiling anger, that only heals white her.
This is a love letter
With love Desia
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