Was that music bears and chocolate
shared on a cold night
of faces with eyes backwards?
You found my friend
sea uncrossed in the lyrics of a song
that melted in the heat of a word
heard right hand and took my finger
unfinished once drew
your forms in a moment of delirium
Now you're here with me in the morning
diluyéndote consonant
fearful of holes and flowers
Now
feel it is early to be so late.
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