sem querer penso (I didn't mean to think)
Clapham at night time, lights wash the pretzel store, and - we're still there, my love
quinta-feira, abril 15
Sadism
I cannot find myself in this silence
or in the depth of your eyes,
nor in sleep,
where finally I am alone
imagining the wounds on your hands.
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