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(~colddanfeettan dA)

I find you in the red song
which I cannot catch
And which makes me cry
It's touching me with its
irregular edges
With the swish and swoosh
of me and you
that remain behind
just like a shawl
I turn around
And there is nothing
I look for you
In your shadow
Like an orgasm
I cannot reach
I try abundant of pushing
To born that
expected thing
Abundant of tears

(I imagine you
in the gown of smiles,
those insecure ones,
which slip occasionaly
through the net of your
usually focused face)

Post je objavljen 20.08.2006. u 18:03 sati.