Pathological Love
We breathe the same wind
That used to swing the leaves
On my street with solitary angels
Words touching your lips are
Fire flames that goes up the sky
First, passing through me
Then, from your gentle palms
To the meteorites
A pathological love
Able to shake the world
And the gravity
The desire to touch you
Makes me start a war
With the universe
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