There was a time
When water tasted like wine
There was a time
When I was yours and you were mine
We lived in Tirana -
Without the constraints of Time
We ate when we felt like eating
We slept when we felt like sleeping
We laughed together in the sun
Not caring about the opinion of anyone
We ate raspberries and watched fireflies
I only looked at your eyes
I was a stoic and you were my muse
Don't let me confuse
Longing and wanting with love
It wasn't love but I
Would have died for you
It wasn't love but I
Would have killed for you
It wasn't love but I
Never recovered
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Livia Caci
dramatic autistic lesbian
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