Of the Fingers From the Rest of the Week
love is like are touching
and the desire is of the flesh
as I look at the moon in the full nights
and are there
all of them
ten as never ever been
But you do not ever let your eyes to see
and this
wipe every Monday of the week.
Copyright © Marinescu Victor | Year Posted 2015
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