competition: words (love or hate): best original poem
entry: gotgame darling part 4 and end by bisoudahkabouli
Today
I tell myself that this night there,
I shall have of remain sleep.
At least, they would have suffered
Indeed.
Today,
I saw again your blonde mop of hair,
Glued together by salt,
Eaten by the wind.
Today,
I wanted to go back with you,
Of all my being,
Of all my body.
I tell myself that this night there,
I shall have of remain sleep.
At least, they would have suffered
Indeed.
Today,
I saw again your blonde mop of hair,
Glued together by salt,
Eaten by the wind.
Today,
I wanted to go back with you,
Of all my being,
Of all my body.
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