We are at a turning point.
The overflow overwhelms my paths.
My old glacier spills me.
The island set on my chest
They will make with their cataclysmic sound
A huge impact on the country of my body.
Your kisses are the tree that houses
The nest of my hope.
On the way while we float
Towards the constellation of Andromeda,
I discovered that pleasure is
A marabunta that rides us.
Our kisses take us to Nirvana,
They are a milk and honey puff pastry.
We sat at the cosmos vertex
To observe the flexion of our bodies.
Today that the solstice begins,
I feel the fills of certainly
That together in the summer
We will see life reborn.
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