what I'm looking for
he understood, —
statement of own responsibility,
it was not what I was looking for,
so he took my body's fever
by reading my mind
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skilled, he moved in my phone
running in my palms,
following the line of my life
with the art's attitude, to become
the geometry of my passion
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he learned to moisturize my lips,
murmuring incandescent with
his degrees in my optical rotation,
using like a weapon, the kiss
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patiently and timed innocently
by our passion's chronometer,
love lavished us the equilibrium
of its sublime echo with high notes