let's go

the structure of reality,
a mystery of each day
(the right way doesn't exist,
for orange isn't a color
just the perfume of her skin
spread out by his fingers)
(for his mouth is occupied
to complain about
the silhouette of her lips)
playful visitors kissing
a some French 75 instead
salut… santΓ©… let's go…

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πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

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