Lea Kardov Biography

Live was freely when we still dreamed of our aim.
It tasted better and higher.
Spirit no human could tame.
Now we are here.
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3 am.
There is a Ventriloquist in my cherry glass.
Pulling out a puppet.
We created it of silk and shivers.
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You used to tell me ghost stories.
Shadows on the wall kept floating like balloons.
Reminded me that we are in control of what to believe.
Embraced our world for the moment.
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I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love.
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me.
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I loved you ten thousand years ago.
When it was even not a word.
No statement was written on the coffee mug.
No blood on the sword.
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