Things that were left inside the inkwell

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The best kiss No, it was not with you. It was with another guy. It was with another Spanish guy. Well yes, my weakness for Spaniards is well-known. It is early in the morning, but the sun reluctantly refuses to rise with spring apathy. We are sitting on the couch, dark blue as the sky that is beyond the window. We smoke slowly, without haste, like is done with opiates. We still have on our lips the wine’s taste. We still have in our bodies the club’s heat. We still have in our hands Read more [...]