To wake in your arms and to die in them too
Caught in this everlasting gaze I share with you
To inhale your smirk and to exhale your stare
Flushed to the temporary clash that locks us
To grasp your palms and to twirl your lashes
Pinched aside with your logical bruises
To watch you sleep and then wipe your eyes
Still fixed to your screaming verses that I listen to
And I, unknown.
Until now, this piece remains unfinished, untitled.
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One July Night
To wake in your arms and to die in them too
Caught in this everlasting gaze I share with you
To inhale your smirk and to exhale your stare
Flushed to the temporary clash that locks us
To grasp your palms and to twirl your lashes
Pinched aside with your logical bruises
To watch you sleep and then wipe your eyes
Still fixed to your screaming verses that I listen to
And I, unknown.
Until now, this piece remains unfinished, untitled.
Caught in this everlasting gaze I share with you
To inhale your smirk and to exhale your stare
Flushed to the temporary clash that locks us
To grasp your palms and to twirl your lashes
Pinched aside with your logical bruises
To watch you sleep and then wipe your eyes
Still fixed to your screaming verses that I listen to
And I, unknown.
Until now, this piece remains unfinished, untitled.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
