That’s it…. An addiction at it’s best….
Parallel feelings
Ambiguous tastes
Antagonistic warmth
You in my world
You in my invisible skin
You in the middle of my legs
In a paranoia that exists
Within doubts
I have too many souls in war
And neither of them will win
Just me alone in a bed of so many tempests
Where my feet don’t find a ground
And my head doesn’t find a sense of time
Only by existing and doubting
Here
I can only live with
Parallels, ambiguous and antagonistic flavors
buona notte
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