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My Love Tea Bags

sucks you, feeling your warmth
Kiss my It stunned
languid lips,
As two gelatin blocks injected with morphine.

But still, your energy disintegrated,
I make mine.
And drench me in your chopped mint flavor.


In my room I have a box of tea bags
Of all the scents and labels for all tastes with different consequences


... Last night, I thought you do not heat up. Regardless
're cold, take a last sip. Añora
your body,
While playing with the caps and lime in your hair. Tea

I prefer the tea tomorrow morning
When dreams are Partly
but remain premature because they are distant dreams.

My room is spinning when it evaporates
And I spun in spirals
That reminds me of the good smells.

My lips no longer remind me of the death
And my body turns into a rash.


In a corner of my bed

I have a box full of tea bags
EMPTY.