second right and straight on until yesterday.
Only then will return to oblivion orange flames
wax
the opaque glass where once drank
craving fantasy of living forward.
wanted to be older then,
reach an agreement with clocks bribe, go on a bike
infinity endless feeling the wind,
lust of being young without helmets,
without fear, without twilight.
Who has seen and who sees me shaking
wrinkles now seeking a pinch of magic,
of wings of truth,
which we had always and only when we begin to feel
the black in the throat, that penalty
Creek
elusive that pupils, the thighs, the same cup
cafe where we dip our love to jam.
look back in search of the tracks we leave
on the swings in parks, in the beds
kept the secret of my body
whispered in your thousand bodies
always wonderful blue again.
second right and straight on until yesterday.
Are you ready? Think of something beautiful. So
fly. So
live.
I you too.
're back.
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