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Fresh though Older than Me
Golden sun, aging so slowly
amidst the darkness of this world,
speak to me, to me.
And when the words move like liquid through the canal of your throat
and slide down the slippery honey of your tongue,
my mind goes to that mouth that does all your speaking,
and the energy I had lost for love has returned.
amidst the darkness of this world,
speak to me, to me.
And when the words move like liquid through the canal of your throat
and slide down the slippery honey of your tongue,
my mind goes to that mouth that does all your speaking,
and the energy I had lost for love has returned.
Published 6th Mar 2015
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7th Mar 2015 4:43am
honey is nectar and food of the gods blessed are we who partake
True romantics are rare - write on!
True romantics are rare - write on!
7th Mar 2015 5:50am
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