Son for you, want to run ...
skin soft, calm eyes. I love to see you so ...
sincere smile, shit in the air ...
arm and walking without detaching
ever.
My hands,
your best gift ...
Looking for something that is already yours.
And salty, and also of pepper, a little sweet at the bottom is a inseparable relationship
armed with a helmet.
An envelope full of secrets which I
inside me, I keep
with my hands and not let myself fall, ever.
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