My body is impatient, moving my legs and jumping the steps. Unable to sit still, in a constant coming and going that is heard in the streets of Sundays. My fingers are tied behind my back, and there is a demon in my who speaks to my heart when I sleep. He sighs for me to give way, gives in. Close your eyes and kiss the stranger's lips. My dreams have a taste of betrayal and are the beginnings of a nightmare in reality. And there is something rotten in everyone that we can’t be alone and accept the cheapest love.
T.A.
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