a flying creature carrying the sins of humanity in it's guts 2016
by Papapostolou Evangelos
Layers over layers of guilt and the light that fades with every breath, our consumption our cross, a field full of lust but yet deprived of passion... of now...free as a flower in a pot, rootless hope, but still a bird flew and all i am is gone....
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