A body without a veil or artifice.
That the texture of her skin for single coverage.
A body exposed, motionless, stories chaotic, with white scars.
It is before me, inviting my hand to get lost in the hollow of his turns on the full of his life.
shivering at the slightest blink of an eye lost, he tells me sighs past and his desires walled myself up. I
the course without reservation, without restraint, discovering little by little his story unfinished.
Distilling his anguish dissolving his silences, the cocoon cracks during my trip. A new wind
accompanying that of recklessness found, for the moment done.
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