Poezie
Feeling of romance
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She kisses me like a lizard
with her long lost tail,
brushing her lips onto mine
like a violent blizzard
counting the wounds
soon to be risen
out of the skin of the sorrowful air,
Like some kind of goddess
with her tongue fingers
taking promenades
down the pipes of my soul,
on some quiet little town like Inglestone,
in the very midst of it all...
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