What a beautiful thing, your lies and my believes, our promises and empty meetings. Tonight we both sail towards the same doomed destination, with desire dripping from our hands. Tonight as so many others we meet on this roof, with the cold of your beauty marking our skins on the path we both trace. Both our souls call each other, both of our artifacts beat showing us the way back to our island, back to our nights on this roof, and our constant game of vanishing in rain.
Hector-Kokubunji
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