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17h
Every time she sees me
her eyes catch fire
and her tongue brushes her lips
as if remembering an old taste.

She says nothing,
but the gesture pierces me,
leaves me trembling
as if she had spoken my name
in the language of desire.
Natalia
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Natalia
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