Raval crimes
sigh
I stare into the sky
repeatedly
if it annoys mother
she should not have raised a dreamer
I feel the vibrations from your womb
lover
under my feet
the sighs pull at my heartstring
they pull on gearstrings
it mixes with Raval crimes
because I'm so bittersweet
I'm just so bittersweet
Did you dream of me in Oslo?
or was it Catalonia?
dear summer child
winter girl
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