There is nothing truly more repetitive ,
or usual or strange to me,
except for the fact that I may see you personally,
hold you closer to me,
feel you as the wind feel the warmth of a star,
I want that moment,
I want you to understand this,
I want you to gaze me like a rounded apple,
to bite or not to bite me.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 10:11 PM UTC
There is nothing truly more repetitive ,
or usual or strange to me,
except for the fact that I may see you personally,
hold you closer to me,
feel you as the wind feel the warmth of a star,
I want that moment,
I want you to understand this,
I want you to gaze me like a rounded apple,
to bite or not to bite me.
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