brunchfaced

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smoothly,
with some thoughts,
I kissed your mild summer wine
and I sank
in its orbit, at once

a yore playful cicatrix
got cured, 
as if the happiness I looked for
was hidden
through its chalice

yet, if you feel me
all around you,
as if you'd breathe what I breathe,
don't get brunched
by yourself

wait for the call
of my thoughts
by kissing a delicate summer wine
to get you to sink
in the orbit where I am

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