the bridges that I love come to you,
and channels cool my head,
and colors that brighten my relapse.
discover you both love losing myself in you
and pierce virgin
because my feet will inaugurate
and you shall receive for the first time.
love your convoluted streets, lights silent
your fragrance that stick to my chest,
to stay.
And I love the soft memories, sublime,
and cruel,
because it hurts so much
love and be away.
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