Even if you're on the edge of my lips with a certain taste of life

domingo, abril 09, 2023

 Even if you are on the edge of my lips with a certain flavor of life where sadness melts like a small memory of a sea wing and white teeth from laughter like a castaway who has memories from the island of your body from the geography of the shipwrecks of gravity under your hair tangled in the swarm of my gaze

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