Oh lover, I am not the one you are looking for.
We may be great in bed…we may create turbulence and mists through our breathes, but I am not the one you can come to at the end of a gloomy day.
Oh lover I am solitary in my conscience…I am a pulled citizen out of corpses.
Libertine souls and these times of bottled amusements…I will let you know when I am going to catch the last train to crimson dementia.
You have a righteous man on your shoulder…I have seen him get erected to your thoughts…
Spin your dwindling skirts around him, he is a learner…he is going to learn your voids.
Oh beautiful and wild head I have been to the drunk roofs with you…I have slept with meanings for you…
but the journey towards freedom doesn’t come through arrangements and shared loneliness,
if I can break my cage for you then I can burn those irons and make a ballsy weapon out of it for me.
A weapon to be a sole Voyager.

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Photograph: Sabanas Humedas.