Christina Kashkan. (№ 325630)
In the morning I meditate on your back. My gaze wanders from moles to the mole, and the thoughts slowed down, lost among the black dots. I begin to dissolve. Here-here there will come a time when I'm gone. In a little while... But treacherous lips already touch your skin.
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Viker 14-05-2018 / 08:57
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