My book of love
BOOK OF LOVE
We write our book,
read it aloud and kiss
ourselves to pieces and
glue one great puzzle again
knowing that every piece
is needed for our love:
wet, dirty and raw and lots
of tenderness.
Mirna you are my inspiration
and you make me free.
We write our book, read it aloud
and kiss ourselves to pieces
and glue one great puzzle again
knowing that every piece is needed
for our love: wet, dirty and raw and
lots of tenderness.
Mirna you are my inspiration and
you make me free.
We write our book,
read it aloud and kiss
ourselves to pieces and
glue one great puzzle again
knowing that every piece
is needed for our love:
wet, dirty and raw and lots
of tenderness.
Mirna you are my inspiration
and you make me free.
We write our book, read it aloud
and kiss ourselves to pieces
and glue one great puzzle again
knowing that every piece is needed
for our love: wet, dirty and raw and
lots of tenderness.
Mirna you are my inspiration and
you make me free.
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| Auteur: Stanislaus Jaworski | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 26 juni 2026 | ||
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