Your voice stirs me
cobwebs and unashamedly boasts every
of smiles that inadvertently won the battle all the tears
of the beats and the senses.
My memories are happy to see
as if you never left my bed
still keeps you warm my skin your smell
and my absent kisses your name
Your little laugh and mess my drawers
hall light remained lit
call me and I tremble and turn off the cold, just a second
it takes to hang the
where I go to be alone until I come back
miss
and streets of Madrid or a showcase
you whisper my name in my ear as a mild
rumor.
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