The lies of living lightly
Unburdened, passed my nights in satin paled by touch of hands and moths unscorched: a fevered fire; It was before I fell, on wings aflamed, an Icarus of me. I […]
Daily Archives: April 14, 2016
Aqua Regia
As darkly butterflied, you whispered velvet lull in affirmations of deficiency as ghosted winds, in scream like twisters you broke apart the bonds, dependencies you were my aqua regia, acid […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 