Tired of wanting without wanting
because something must be done with
skin than let the sun back mole on your shoulder. Looking for you
without actually seeing
know because if something is hiding,
step on the cable
your gaze tends to infinity
and lost my balance, they lose balance,
not be me more than a scream.
The wind knows what I want,
why I was entangled in her hair,
sneaks into my head
to hear all my secrets.
then approaches you and caress you and me
gives me a fit of laughter, whistles you
this song
that says you're a sky
but you and I do not die,
this drama is over.
Nosoträsh
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