Sees nothing more when drowning in your arms

Like a madman’s glow you became my feed
walking in a vacuum out of thistles
barefoot your blisters burn my sore steps
wounded lips’ heat
that of lost kisses
coolness is looking for its wounds to heal.

Colorful moon
Pastels

 

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