well my dear
well smoke
my dear
i fall
for all
in that
drink and think
and talk and sing
and whisper me
to bed
have arms
around me
warm
surround me,
my dear,
let's have a chat
about why fire
warm wild fire
lingers in my vanes
like this
makes me wonder
somehow wonder
how fire is a bliss.
maandag 26 oktober 2009
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