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Between Skin and Bones




As much as I hate the sun when it rains me with its shine,
I can’t deny the warm I long burning my bones
As it is reminding me of the smell of yours
Hot and slick against my cores 


Not that I’ve ever been drunk
But I could imagine when I do,
I will be full of you
On every thought, on every slur
With visions of your figure in a blur 

You went as fast as the bird flies
Cutting the horizon in two sides
One with a rainbow after drops of my cries,
The other one is dark resembling your eyes 

Most of the time I spent alone
Or even when people are around
Still I am longing for your short thick voice
Even after you have made your own choice
This night couldn’t be any colder
As I can feel my skin burned and sore
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