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sexta-feira, 18 de junho de 2010

Dancing like a widow
Jumping like a child
That was how we´ve met
It was wierd
It was wet
Dear she told him, wait for few minutes for me right here
She´s never came back
Right now as I´m speaking
She´s sleeping
and him
well, he probably still there
waiting for her
staring at the sea

It was wierd
It was wet

I laid by her side
laid my right ear on her warm belly
Her breathing was filling the room
Room with lazyness smell

It was wierd
It was wet, wet wet

It was 3pm when we woke up
Glaze at each other and went back to sleep

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ANANDA disse...

Love your weird poetry. Beijo