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est-ce que je t'aime?
ceci, mon coeur. tu me manques.
j'ai faim de vous. vraiment,
je besoin de vos lèvres, vos bras.

je ne vous aime pas. mais, si je veux vous?

damned if i do . . . damned if i don't.

reír llorando;

El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto
y también a llorar con carcajadas.

there's a sweetness in sharing favourite poems whilst we lay together half-naked, still warm, sometimes cold. maybe my smile is too cool for the summer air, and maybe yours is still asleep. we could've been two different persons, but we ended up being you and me. 

we don't belong to anyone, but wouldn't it be funny to find people claiming us? 

i don't love you and i shouldn't, but the simplicity of it makes me wish that i could. we could fall in love here, and we could fall out of love where the weather's warmer and we have other hearts to cool down ours.

i can still taste you on my cheeks.

and i cannot even remember any other lips.