I do not know what you possess that leaves me wild, I see you and soon I have this urge to hug you, to enlace your waist, to lean at you and kiss your neck. I do not know what witchcraft is this that filters the sun, the invisible stars. It is as if I was prisoner in an orchard and your lips were grape berries and your eyes the marine salt. With
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