You're my bondage my freedom
are my burning flesh
as the bare flesh of the summer nights
you're my home, with green reflections of your eyes you
, tall and victorious six
my nostalgia of knowing at the same time inaccessible
where you grab
...
You're my thrill, my
thrill is not gone, I can not get over
not want to get over.
my heavy head to my knees bruised my muddy rags.
go toward the light that shines and turns off, falling, getting up
hesitation.
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