Guen Fiore photography: IF ONE DAY D ‘A WINTER’ Euridice

Hands touching the wood of a chair worn by time and sighs, breasts who listen to the chill of a room now empty of words. Eyes closed, the scent of lavender. We are naked and poetry do not know.

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[Source: Guen Fiore]

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