when the night is over

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with you, I feel like I'm drowning
even if
our love is using the omertΓ 's code,
even if
thrills and rhythms of our hearts
in our beauty is in perfect accord,
even if
we breathe exactly as we exist,
from dawn till when the night is over,
even if
the longings slide in our meridian
with tender kisses, (delish-succulent),
as if, — 'even if' — is
a vector that asks the other, if
our irrefutable passion is increased

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs