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TRACK_TWO_Te_dua

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  • Apr 15
  • 1 min read

always in between the lines of the sonnets I write

eyes making love across the room

bodies seizing up with strangers

lips always cursing the other one

fingertips through her pretty hair

our bodies forever bruised + burned

mine more permanent than yours

Nga koka te këmbët

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