At León's request...
Foreign love,
love in the middle of a nuclear war,
love so sweet it hurts,
love so pure it may wither
if it is thought of,
for an eternal second
everything will flow
as if you were the meaning of my life,
you my foreign love,
your scent dignifies
the rubbish of existence,
the stillness of your shelter
will be my everlasting ideal.
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