How does your heart stay awake in the nightly hour we call sleep
Why do your eyes wither away like a rose on the first day of winter
When you open her legs does it remind you of a freshly peeled orange?
Because when you devour her does it taste sweet like mine? Or does it taste like the other rotten oranges?
What do you with those rotten peels? That so many people have yet to tear apart from you.
Do you shed like a snake and throw away the touches of many?
So you can regrow what you miss?
Who do you miss?
Me? I swear to god you don't miss me because I don't miss you.
But my beloved, you do not tremble, do you?
With cold hands, I pray that your days shall not be fruitless.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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