poem: called your skin.
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That your skin rubs mine, so that it does not wrinkle with time.
Let your lips kiss mine, so they do not dry up over time.
May your eyes look at mine, so that they may never be separated from sadness and loneliness.
Let your body touch my body, so you do not forget that you feel that you are alive.
May your soul open and surrender with all its strength, to my most intimate feelings.
May your spirit be the owner of my heart, and do not go dying of sadness and loneliness.
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poem of my authorship: salvador astudillo. your friend
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