shot of joy to my girl in a red skirt 08.04.2019

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a smile nested in a secret question. goosebumps. a rising wave of energy. a city of legend in the night, of writers and drunks. I swallow the amber and remember one smile of yours that put me right hard in groin, rumbling softness in the chest. Primavera and then a dullness, a longing and a soreness. one day less and it's still so long. it's just me and the hauntings before sleep tides me over. for now I whisper to the pillow, light on my right shoulder