She calls sometimes
unaware
that the earth is rocking
with casual fun of eyes
and feasting on a lemon
like a child.
She believes I am not catching
her whole in a flash
savouring laughter
taking her home
and longing.
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crystals like blood in a broken stone
3 comments:
if you take her home
she may turn out to be
pure poison
that was me
Es la pasión quien escribe
este eterno diario
de sentimientos encontrados.
Di.
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