Sometimes, with the coast on his back, your silhouette is distilled salt and wind kisses when no one rejoices. Do not know who looks at you and why you so lonely, keeping you anonymous star blinking inside the chest. Conch absurd. Campana shaggy who are you, the foot of foam?
suddenly abandon the sea with your body insulted siren. Haughty princess. Silent Sphinx. You open your arms blue waiting to merge with constant spasm of the waves. Little by little you tables beautiful, angry, loose your hair soft tissues naive girl.
Only then will you let go. You invaded my poetry than you ever wanted to be ...
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