martes, 13 de marzo de 2018

i slowly breathe in,
the scent of your chest,
silently hoping for another day.

'cos there it was
your unconscious beauty,
lying on a strangers bed,
between my arms.

Who could think of such glory.

A while ago,
in another universe,
tears bursted in the shower.
and in a fever dream,
I started feeling again.

for me,
it has always been you.

What a pity.

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