It’s true
I don’t love you
It’s the gorgeous breast
Throw a valley of shadows I enter your bed of roses
All plastics out
Me and a little of you.
Walk, run
Touch, kiss
Like in a ancient legend
I know that skin
I eat from the sun
Seeing the Earth I never hold still
It’s true
I also love you
My sweet afternoon secret
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