Every time our eyes meet the orchestra of my anatomy is like a madman banging on a cymbal in a weighty fever crashing infinitely until I hear you speak and the intoxication of your voice lulls me to a peace of oneness and belonging
Oh how I hope you don't leave me after this moonlights specter has ended.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)