incase I dear not..
What is this irrefutable whispering
coming from within me
almost maidenly new and
blendend with bliss.
Thoughts spoken so softly
evoke me
let me tremble
let me sustain.
Do I dear believe
it implies something
far beyond the darkness
that seemed to shape
all of me..
Mould me anew I say
whisper along
and whisper softly
the stroking of it
becomes me so well..
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| Auteur: lady lazarus | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: jo | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 februari 2005 | ||
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