Can I move
my hard memories
directly to your
suculent mounth?
Summer vacancies
idols behind you
I will prove this lips
Purple ink
Blues feelings
Red head
crackin' the doors
of desire
I'll get in
my muddy dreams
present dawn
till the morning light
comes and burn
this photo
Kisses the sun
between your large legs
to not to die
with a poison
called
SAUDADE
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