crumbs. the beginning

AsencioLoversEmbraceHA613Oil24x48F32x56WS Henry Ascencio maybe i was magic, he definitely was; maybe I was art, his eyes saw me like that, anyhow; maybe I was a breath of fresh air, a ray of sunshine in a blurry morning, a stolen kiss in an airport; maybe I was all that, but I was his, completely and utterly craving for his smile; we found each other between empty bottles, dim lights and burned out cigarettes; we lost ourselves there, too; we smiled, we kissed, we did not think; we found freedom in the cage between our arms;

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