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With only a sheet of paper you made a piecework.
Breathless you camed to me.
Breathe deeply, I said full of event.
You smiled with your eyes and gaved me a bamboo made of the most strongest bark,
all from your own childhood.
It all felt like an invocation, no grudge just high voltage.
Here shall we stay dancing in the mud with only a beret oblique.
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| Kommentarer | | Tiggarflikkan - 1 jan 08 - 14:36 | | sorglig o fiin.. |
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