answers or do not give birth to my garden, and no warrior
they rest in you.
No Moon August
no rain in April, has not slept
before you.
're small like a shooting star, as the universe
before exploding.
flyer as laughter,
as dandelion.
If I lie to you,
you do it better.
Now tell me what you have to offer the afternoon
lost, your blood on my skin,
the home tired, the blanket on the couch,
the TV on, the desire to mourn.
And now tell me what you
will give peace in your body, the bottom of the sea gulls
tired, my shadow on the sofa, grilled
on, the desire to kill.
're the broken glass,
the sea inside me, whispering wind
, thalamus
waste
acid in my eyes,
my morning coffee, hand
on sex rumor battle
.
answers or do not give birth to my garden, and no warrior
they rest in you. There
August Moon,
no rain in April, has not slept
before you.
PS: To my Principessa ...
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