Just a sip? I do not wish to drink until I forget myself, I do not wish to make you a part of my daily routine again - I just want to taste you. Intoxicate me just a bit? Allow me to taste the passion I was burnt alive by, just once more? I think we're all allowed a relapse or two.
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Incongruity
PoesíaThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
