AN IMPASSE My angel tells me not to think of her. His wisdom mutes and grows thinner. My demon sends me dreams of her. I feel like saint who dreams of being sinner. And I wake up each day by being torn apart - demonic angel full of love and wrath... and play my part. It's an impasse... -A. (October 2019 - November 2020) ... Art, photo & the poem are mine. ... The music belongs to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. ... #2cellos #highwaytohell #aries
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