You are the one you are every night you burn me in the sky not stars but fires and with bullet words you shoot my heart. The wind is defiant, broken echo, the blemish of the rainbows you wear and the passion of pulsars. You interweave my sadness in your hair, you cheat on my chest with a whisper. A man in a body of his wind. It is shaken, adjacent to the leaves, that is steadily from me you are poisoned. They'll cover you, deny and they are full. Then with you we will wander around. Fowww ... Get me ... I'm in your heart.
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