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BRIAR ROSE - in collaboration with KINOKULT AND WHITEBOXVOLUME

Just because I am silent

they think I am sleeping -

those men who come

on their delirious white horses

who think they can wake me

with a kiss.

But this is bliss

to feign the sleep of the dead

on my bed of damask and lace.

I am in love

with these silent walls,

with the secret of my breathing.

What makes them think

I am a bed of roses

My head is filled with thorns.