sun is up, i'm a mess
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26 de febrero de 2015
I still can feel
your hands
running through
my arms and
my back
and the taste
of glory
and honey
of your lips
and the galaxies
behind your
closed eyes
you were
what i waited
for
inner storms
sweet fireworks
clouded choices
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