You know when it’s right and when it’s wrong

I can feel it in my bones

when your sight passes through me

you move and the metaphor of

butterflies suddenly becomes real

but the irony of ironies

is when you have something in your hands

and you can´t touch it

when all the myths become true

when a hug is the best sex you´ve had

and a shake of hands is goodbye

Fotografía: mosthvost

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