Quiero apretarte el corazón.

Sentirme temblando, sentirte eufórico.
Bebernos, comernos, querernos con ganas.
Traza mis lineas, encuentra unas nuevas.
Esta cama es casi un campo de batalla.
Pero esta sería la forma más bonita de morir, así que no tengo miedo.

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