i like your feel, how i perceive your energy and its tones
as well as the represention of such, placed upon the honesty i hold
for when it comes to me and the ilusion of being free
your existence being here is all i can ever seek.
and as if just because i can only see,
the invisible loneliness of the season blue makes me weak
makes my withins go deep
so deep, after some burnt memory of your skin
and it´s heat
and it´s beat.
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