Saydra Basta Biography

The space between realities widens like the fingers of a clocks hand
How truth and frivolity can be one and the other, inseperable and distant
Was time the culprit?
Or were you?
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Catatonia
I'm only awake in the dark
Caught in a half lucid stupor
Staring at my veins
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The heat of the sticky summer evenings
Drenches you
Like the sickly sweet juice of a peach running down your chin
And tracing the edge of your neck
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The dizzying rush of a burning secret
Forces me to sit down with the demon that brought me here
But for now she is pleasant company
A welcome parasite
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Crush petals into powder
And rub it deep into my skin
Absorb the pigment into my veins
Make me beautiful on the inside
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