I felt your petals soft as melting ice cream.
“It’s the thirst after, that gets in the way.”
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Tag: Lorca
I used to sing love songs
I used to sing love songs
And now there is no urgency anymore
Kill me, Beloved!
“Kill me, Beloved!”
My self doesn’t trust you
Depart
There is something… Lost
And Our Earth
Within Us Within You Our Body Your Body
Kaash-ma-kaash! My Body…
