Porque tus amores
perros me van a matar
sin haberme dado la
felicidad...
Break away from neon-lights quicksand
‘cause you are not alonnnnnne sonnnnnnnn...
Like the low-light-warmth: smooth, peaceful, good.
A little room, away from the buzz. The crowd looks in,
listens, fades.
All away, quiet, cool, all away with nothing beyond.
Wrapped up in the unfolding—what was anxious isn’t; what
gave pain doesn’t.
“I like what you do”; a whisper.
Stay with love
Stay like it’s the only thing
like a firefly under the yellow moon
the muted, curved horizon, broken with
steeples and echoes and windy dark off the high rooftop
perch,
down to the tight embrace
sweat and beauty
stay:
trapped by touch,
trapped with love.
Break free but know
you’re in this shit alone.
You know that right?
yeahhhhhboy...
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