22.2.11









I hunger for 
your sleek laugh 

and your hands the colour 
of a furious harvest. 

I want to eat the sunbeams 
flaring in your beauty.






















ONLY 
DO
NOT
FORGET,



IF
I



WAKE
UP
CRYING





















it's only because 
in my dream I'm a lost child





hunting through the leaves of the night 
for your hands.






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