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Fever dream, I’d love to possess you
like the stars wrap themselves around
the shivering souls that are starved
for love. I’d love to burn you
across the song of my subconscious
so I could taste you at each roll of the dice
in a gamble of a hundred sleepless nights.
And I’ll take risks for your name
and bear the most profound birthing pains
for poetry that will consume you
and make us pure, and you will be mine
to keep and believe in forever and ever
until clarity, until our fates are claimed
by jazz bar stories and neon lights.

“Urban Love” by photographer Daniel Stoychev


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