"
At the corner where they sleep every night my dreams
wanting to see you awake.
In this place where time becomes
cocoon and chrysalis
silence solidifies. That
corner
that moment that we embrace seismic
you and me.
A place for the enjoyment of beating
harmonic
not touch
of things.
A
becoming shorter
sentimentalism.
An inventory
of affection lost in the toxic solution
where our hearts drown
buried by the rush.
The soul or your life?, I wonder
while I jump into the abyss
requires that we always
heart "
At the corner where they sleep every night my dreams
wanting to see you awake.
In this place where time becomes
cocoon and chrysalis
silence solidifies. That
corner
that moment that we embrace seismic
you and me.
A place for the enjoyment of beating
harmonic
not touch
of things.
A
becoming shorter
sentimentalism.
An inventory
of affection lost in the toxic solution
where our hearts drown
buried by the rush.
The soul or your life?, I wonder
while I jump into the abyss
requires that we always
heart "
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