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The Enemy

september 15, 2019


The Enemy

Why do I ask you to fight the battle

When you do not see the hole

In my soul, that I dig and dig deeper?


When will I fill the mass, instead of 

Falling in again and again and

With the courage of a crusader


Blind to reason, putting purpose

In my own masochism which grows

Out of control until I fall too deep


My blood, which runs warm, quickly

Turns cold to the air and earth, so

I paint my face in preparation for


A war with myself but with eyes

Wide open, I see there is no fight

But a child, who only craves love.


xoxo, L

a photo series with Bene Photo

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