These films purple
scratch my scalp
While I continue looking for the answer in your writing
unintelligible
assume that summer has to end one of these days
(bad)
collect
memories of places where I stopped my breath Where
our clothes seemed to vanish
at the touch of a light kiss
Skin that attracts as polar opposites,
dreams that stay in the air
with deserted islands
Clava nails in my back
furiously pulling my hair
ear Tell me that
not mind dying so
While I tangle my legs with yours,
close my eyes and think,
the clock in my brain,
is the clock in your home, tired and bored
stopped
forever in your dwelling time
Slide down my belly glimpse
secrecy finishes
I do not want to save more mysteries
who dared to decipher my heart
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