giulia carpentieri
Greyish Green
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Came out of the water showing the scabs sheet on the sides: a freak of nature, and all its grace
The bones of wrists and shoulders push out as if they are trapped in their skin
We want to touch each other.

I watch my hands, they are not the same, they’ve a different color
Greyish green dreams. Where i lost my dice hart.