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Because
in my thoughts, I have no wickedness
and I am only faithful to myself -
there I kiss you first,
without waiting.
We both forget about leaving.
You leave.
On my soft lips and
my scent - to climb on the neck,
and the drops,
burning breath,
are feverish in search of mercy.
Skin -
becomes conscious,
absorbs with greedy greed
details
for his first memory
of dependency.
In this we are true -
committed, transparent
and pure in his feelings, to the sacral.
When you do not know from intoxication,
whether we are a memory,
sleep
or reality.
Goodbye and Kisses ...
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