indifference and freezing temperatures I fill your eyes.
And the possibility of the end of the cold heart is a litter.
beams as you do not notice my eyes and keep you there, distant.
A block of ice slowly slipping into caribbean dancer.
where all traces of fire or heat fades quickly.
But there is a second, tenth, where everything seems tropical.
This micro-moment your eyes reveal tenderness.
A micro second when your eyes sweet delivery.
South of the Tropic of Cancer, in the middle of an island in the valley.
Despite global warming, that iceberg was in my street.
melt but do not need to get sunlight or get to Ecuador.
only need to lose fear and understand that it is a mistake to love.
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