Lilac wine. / Vino y lilas.
The thought now flashes, pouring density into me, a tenderness so slow. An abyss of seashell, chocolate curls: I dive into them like a swimmer. Oblivion swings between us like an infant in a cradle, gently rocked by our opposite hands and arms. You swiftly push it; so do I. So gentle is its rocking: […]
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