air like perfume

…hauntingly, a pen's romance hums

along of a moment, (expected and unexpected)

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its ink is your air, like perfume of a smile

smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes

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all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep

in your mind with the one you love

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time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded

in a fated cosmic love... (because)

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everything's written in a multiverse

of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness

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this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor

and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)