I live in South, blood red and pearl.
of worlds unseen cliffs.
accomplices of country roads, sun and moss.
of human passion and human.
cheeks burning of arid and thoughts.
of wild poetry and angelic ecstasy.
With dreams in your shoes like stones.
dreams on the back.
Dreams as white warriors.
While plot every day for me
bracelets perfume and kisses.
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