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lunes, 20 de diciembre de 2021

guilt turns into this

I dreamt of you two
warm lights behind a curtain
on a winter's night

ecstatic vision

Now it's not both, but it was there
where you told me off
and I admit to my flaws
and hope
that you'll know
what I don't know
how to show

Either way

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