I am afraid to enter your virgin forest, because I have a cigarette on my hand and the wind blows strong…
You might eat me alive before I get the chance to say “I love you”!
I call you from the middle of the street… I can only see the sea and the sky from this spot. Inside the small shells there are a million lights but… where is my true light?
I come back to you as fast as I can to see you rising with the sun…You, the king of my heart … you can hurt me and burn me more than my body tattoo…
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4 months ago
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