United by the havoc of our manipulative selves. We share our little secrets like exemplary lovers. Silver wrapped, irresistible and beguiling. You come home with the promise of changing my world when nothing seems to work. Entwined around fingers. Clenched between teeth. I renew myself like never before. Should I be cautious or let you crash? Because, you hold me. Create me. Cremate me.
Pack of cigarettes.
Memory : December 15, 2014.
Image : Portrait.
Sniper : My Camera.
Place : Home
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