guincho will always be guincho
not a scream of heartbeats
nor a late sms
not the light spreading waves of infinity
nor the blue sea
but a place where eyes meet
hands hold
bodies fall into each other
lips touch
and there will be a song playing
no violins though
(weddings give me the creeps)
but a soft, slow, rising cadence of pink green red
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