C´est non poésie
DrWeiland
Posts: 81
Then the hour passed my train had
left for good this time it would not
be impossible to reach destination
without some loss of memory before
my endless talking stream would turn
into some for this place insane thoughts
of mischief and deceive origin from one
single woman who stood so close to me that
I could smell her heavy breathing coming from her
every pore what a distant waiting ground
I thought just before another one passed on
left for good this time it would not
be impossible to reach destination
without some loss of memory before
my endless talking stream would turn
into some for this place insane thoughts
of mischief and deceive origin from one
single woman who stood so close to me that
I could smell her heavy breathing coming from her
every pore what a distant waiting ground
I thought just before another one passed on
"Here's a token of my openness..."
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