Esco a moment,
'll be back soon.
I'm going to take a sip of stars
to smear him.
The skin is thirsty
and no rain that satiated
or shine.
The skin is tired
and there is no bed who accept
or heart.
That grasp.
That grasp.
Esco a moment,
come back inside.
When I am able to repose
hand on my head
and feel the warmth of another.
Maybe a light caress
could be enough to not get cold.
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