In
this hot season I think of you
your
nudity your neck your wrist
your
foot lying on the couch
like
a white swallow
what
were you telling me
in
this hot season i think of you
I
don't know what I think anymore
what
i saw with my eyes
your
neck your wrist your bare foot
or
what you told me
giving
you to me
in
this yellow heat i think of you
in
this yellow heat in a hotel room
thinking
of you
I
get disjointed from my loneliness
of
my loneliness that resembles death.
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