Born witch

"I veiled your face. I watched your back. I feel cold this morning. My eyes were nailed and flooded the deserts where no one could save you, I simply watched. Born witch, you know well that I am right, my hands cut the breath there in the depth of the mystery. Today I wash my face with that cloudy water, it feels fresh on my chest. Sunrise astral travel . The metamorphosis of the beautiful". R.M.R