when the night is over

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with you, I feel like I'm drowning
even if
our love is using the omertà'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


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