An imagery of you, feed
me longer moments
of solitary passages
What hunger satiate, inside;
I just curve my lips
a bit, on you
to find my belongings, broken down
into pieces of my breath
I take chance
in our closeness, whence
you will come
to stitch
my broken heart, that
I have left unknowingly on my pass
inebriated
in your eternal warmth
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