ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Baby |
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You touched me and I naked
felt you deepest inside
Huge beautiful eyes
offered smiles
in their light I was blinded
My bobbing head on your chest
and I still inside of you
our hearts pulsing so close
our blood could run together
How my ears crave now
for the breathy song
of your echolalia
[6/21/98] Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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