sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Tuesday, November 15, 2011

do something for me:
touch or feel,
but in true nature,
i mean,
with your
own breath,
i mean,
now -,
and don’t dare
to wonder,
if it was good,
what you did,
cause that doesn’t
matter,
it’s all about
this influence
you have on
me,
touched by
your slow.

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