Fading out tales that sometimes ended in a hand

Sailing this streets that never swore, I met your silhouette. That’s why once a talent could shine, fading out tales that sometimes ended in a hand, because the heart hidden beats more when you finish the name, your mouth reclames my stupid vein.

 

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