My head is enchained to his heart.
I try to endure, my body gives up.
Every little part of myself burns,
the sunshine exchanges plans,
and again,
the ground beneath my feet falls apart.
I feel like I haven't learned in one year and a half, and also in one week the roads I knew started to head up,
to plant and replace the grace of a hand.
The kisses of a man,
the contract that's signed and killed.
My soul reacts to each impulse,
and don't resist.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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