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I contemplate your face like forbidden fruit
I would like to caress your skin...
nothing is possible anymore
Trapped in your pupils oblivion does not come.
I would like to stop time...
on that cold night
when the warmth of your words
melted the ice of the summer.
If touching your skin for a second
awakened sleeping demons
if every word of yours I bordered it
with a fine golden thread.
How to wait for time to erase...
the most intimate feelings
I will keep them among colored silks
where my soul dwells.