Sin

A sip of water in my dry mouth
And a caress of wind against my cheek bone

I’m here to stand still
With a face of love
And a paralyzed body

To shoo away crows
Oh Heaven how I tremble from them.
I am as well air.

Pretty is my desire
And vanity I’m streaming in.
All my existence.
Sin.

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