I'll love you for thousand springs
With despise winter
and summer we'll live.
I'll be the brief, the medium
Of the moment
We collide in the space
Under the damned roof
Making our own bed
Of hell in life,
All together in another dimension
And I want to write
All the discrete touches,
The humming kisses,
The smothering ties of our finger skin,
The doses of dreams,
Igniting needs.
Just like the ancient anecdote
I'll be the last leaf
Of our beliefs.
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