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Friday, April 19, 2013

Unfinished


Our twisted veins were melting

My breathing died on the umbilical cord

Your thighs got wrinkled because of so much trying

We became strangers on the raspberry hills

Your sugar dreams were falling down from the clouds

The pigeons were flying on the mud like the little flakes in our embraces

Woken up by eyes, nuzzled by lips

You, wrecked, because of him like a present opened with screaming

Unfinished we began again.


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