KING OF THE DESERTS

Deserts on the table of solitude, you drink the nights of your standing up, you drink your dreams without sugar, you wake up and smell coffee and just live inside of a grave. A closer woman that talks to you in the middle of the day, searching how to let you forget the hole in your inner wall. This woman with a window in her head and flowers in the hands. This card that is out of every deck, THE KING, was you! And now it's her!

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