A Transitional Element In Evolution
vital impulse
and I climb into my grey Ford
I hold the steering wheel
not to hit the car
instinctively I twist
on the left
on the right
should not I die
because I want to get off
After your breasts ...
after I hear Bach!
Copyright © Marinescu Victor | Year Posted 2014
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