The sublime blue of the ocean shimmers teasingly in the low resolution pictures scoured to my eyes via Google. Where does my next lazy ambition take me to?
A tropical love story.
Championed by Wong Kar-Wai.
Continued by no one.
But should exist, in a form, in perpetual
A dearth of shyness,
lovers who love and sweat
why mention what happened
three years ago in the heat
of our petulance, I bit
as well as kissed the scar
between your mouth, vanquishing
source of little promises.
Tell me,
for the lack of better caresses.
If it means lying, a ballad of
fear, coughs, I love you so-s.
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