• Lara Reis


I almost got lost and turned into a ghost.

Very close to the seacoast but just almost.

First and foremost, I could count on you.

On your stand gaze as an observation post;

Waiting for me with breakfast for both

Orange juice and fresh cinnamon toasts.

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