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Porcelain Cert
by Nicoletta Alkiviadi Poulakida |
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Tired of the fleshy heat, their bodies freeze. No more making love, no more wrinkles. Time stopped, eyes continue to dream, porcelain like faces, sleep. They somehow still remember their addicted bedroom, the fragility of living in vicinity of the church of an aging passion. We can feel their porcelain blood in our veins, whenever we look at their framed posture and we don’t want to be parents. |
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