Éloa

nothing

  • absent

        A wild rose blooms in a bottle of darkness grass fields of shrubs perturbed by silence   There are no forms of existence   here

    Éloa

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  • Fragments of Polyxena

        you let that man control you   He burdened you with-   -you will never experience solitude

    Éloa

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  • oblivion

      Little girl, you poor little soul   How hard it must’ve been for you to go on not being loved not feeling cared for   You gave the twitch of your smile the apple of your eye you gave it all away   And what did you get in return

    Éloa

  • hive mind

        I used to love the silence that emptiness it would take over my veins spill love sonnets into my heart   We would talk to each other   On nights like this   Quiet conversations of nothing in particular but I could make out the shape of your body   It was as…

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