#105 (or Russian Roulette with Fake Bullets)

This blurry glory that floods me
with the kisses i forgot to breath
because of thoughts coming from below
in a perfect simmetry

Hands, guide me through the flow
because i can’t hold myself for so long
This river hides no mistery
If there’s a bullet in there, let me know

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