And although her sleep was full of nightmares and monsters
I would hold her in my arms and say
"Everything's gonna be ok"
And it was
“When he kisses her, storms rise beneath her skin; for she is an ocean, and he, her moon.”
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““I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps […]”
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps […]”
Pablo Neruda - I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
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