My dear love I wait for your touch
As I'm waiting for a naked lunch.
Free poems fill the books at present
Letters are black, white or just absent.
Let your soul open after the weekend
Because there's nothing wrong with this trend.
Feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river
You keep dragging on towards me with fever.
As I'm waiting for a naked lunch.
Free poems fill the books at present
Letters are black, white or just absent.
Let your soul open after the weekend
Because there's nothing wrong with this trend.
Feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river
You keep dragging on towards me with fever.
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