Did we taste too much out of too little 
of what we offered us by chance, or just 
too little has remained out of too much 
when both of us together, we piloted 
our demented love into the supernatural?
Questions many, coming and going out,  
but answers will be found exactly when,   
the nightfall has the rendezvous with 
the sweetness of the dew, while the day
begins when the night it is young still…
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Tribal Blood

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