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I envy the stiffness of your body
in contrast of my reverie My life points out to the world’s dawns a dirty membrane The instigator of multiple myriads cleanes the disorder which swamps One that makes us creatures with lots of errors Time obliterates some tracks many solist tracks I forget my raptured direction of sense for an instant with you, my adversary mood dives, drowns my ego Into the comfort of your arms, endless I undo, I rinse, I saturate, I entail forms of delicate You smile at this lucid invite, soaked in my peculiar insight You open the way to this conviction, this natural lane that considers all my "women" I douse the fervor in my intention, So now is my turn to become the force on which love carries us Copyright ©2010 Johanne Farmer
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