Gravity splits us, pulls us, torn to shreds our flesh butchered pieces of a Mermaid and a Clown
Somewhere in the depths of the Ocean we Drown and lose our voices. I scream, I cry, I spit, I frown
Matilda my baby, my Angel, my Demon, please save me, I can't see. my body is a vessel of constant delusion
And confusion. My brain like the forest is foggy in our Story. What is real and what is Cosmic Illusion?
Inverted mirrors of a puzzle, separated by gravity. Truth and Lie, Dark and Light, Death and Life, You and I Dream together in Rainbow Glitter Gowns
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Desmina de Vil
Desmina de Vil is a clown of many talents and accolades. From poetry to fashion, Desmina's tittle tattle is sure to leave you stunned. She speaks from the voice of the Hidden One, the Nasty One, the Daring One, the One who makes men cower.
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