Michiyuki
Hugging until our bodies
break
like your voice,
as it stops speaking
anything but
me
When Fear glued my hand to your sleeve,
you put us in your pocket.
We're about to blow out that pocket-sized happiness
until we run out of breath
and our fingers turn cold
Our eyes were always
untying each other's seatbelts
knowing the loneliness
of driving on different roads
They set fire to our houses
so we looked for the sea
to ease our burns
we jump towards
togetherness
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| Auteur: Ren | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 oktober 2012 | ||
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