My fingers hurt
craving for your encounter
once again
my soul's restless
aking for the breath of you
your closeness
I can almost feel it
and my mind drifts
and my heart soars
a last time
to finally meet the one above
paisajes de la mente / inquieta e inconciente / de esa que alucina / con mundos incoherentes
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