By: Magdalena Mihaylova
A romantic sunset, or a burned-out flame?
if your smile was salt
i’d spill it purposefully
just for the bad luck
if your eyes were dust
i’d give myself allergies
then i could breathe you
if your arms were cold
i’d embrace them with passion
tight until frozen
if your heart was ill
i’d lean into the madness
deep, delirious
if it became wrong
if the pain lost its beauty
i would not know you
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