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Escrito en algún momento de mayo.

How good sounds my name on your lips

My heart burst in many pieces.

My ears dance statically but still they dance.

My hands sweat

My speech gets twisted

But still I just wanna hear my name on your lips.

Then you said: congrats

Then I did not what to say

Why am I such a mess?

Your skin, your experience, your way of showing that you know about a lot of things

Your smile, your perverse smile.

Oh “I feel something so right. By doing the wrong thing”

And that my friend is having place in my thoughts, even though I know and you know that this is so freaking wrong.