Poemas de Capa Preta
Não sou eu, são as palavras.
Friday, June 26, 2020
M.
You're raining down my spine,
my painful painkiller,
and while you do
I slowly and gently
collect every drop of your fragrance
as you drip,
as you look into my eyes,
as you tell me about that song you love.
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