I called you

I called you a wild wind
and I let you play
with my feather
I called you a wild strawberry
and I wanted to taste it
your redness
I called you white narcissus
and I left you to fall in love
in itself
but you became a burglar in my dreams
thief of my desires
and a man I will follow
to the end of the world.

◄ The letter on the ten fingers

Eternal life ►

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