something is warming up in your chest
the colors of the spring
the pictures I've never taken
the desire of something new
waking up in a strange room
the lover that cannot love you
the bottle with the last drop
he gives his eyes to me
and takes them away with a few words
keep your eyes
your mean words
your sweet words
even the words you never said
flowers aren't fragile anymore
trying to trust distance
trying to trust myself
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