poniedziałek, 10 lutego 2014

eng _for Chris




if you want
I will become an angel
without wings yet
my soul is pure
like a bodiless
imagination of the
what you need
I will satisfy her
I'll be your dreams
the dream of boundless
petal perfect
Snow or flower
break me or lick
in the light of the stars I shall appear
shiny and silent
will be hosted in your heart
perhaps temporarily
perhaps a second
I will burn you
until the ash exchange

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