ALEX ANTALLY
WRITER
when the lights are low,
our feet barely touch the floor,
you sneak me into your bedroom,
and I know what you mean
when you say it's time to leave,
before the sun touches my skin.
I wonder,
did my father taught me,
how to be an emotionless hurricane?!
- Alex Antally 🌸
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