The sun warms up the closed wounds
growing an infection.
We keep talking with our bodies
The moon goes up
rising the tides,
pain like a plancton on the beach…
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....
Shines out.
(When I meet you from time to time)
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Author:
lenochka (
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- Category: Love
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