..fused breathe..
fainted illusion
of your skin that browses
softly by my fingers
touch gentle glitter
felt tender glamour
fusion of your karma
into my weak spirit
breathing your glory
inside my fear
take me on, sweet gender layer
trough open fields of yellow grass
in which I send beside you
turn your eyes into my silence
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2004 | ||
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