12 Aralık 2010 Pazar


hey is that you
lucid arms and fay sleepers
turn themself into tidewave creepers
dear end, we can surround each other
and all our indefinite pronounced
l put a liptouch on your thin eye flap
blow my leaves'wind out through your earway
you see me while l m waving
because of the heartbeat of your puresea
high dazzled smiles
on a playground day
your voice as a light tickle
on my knee
then walk into
middle of the sky on my shoulder

its going to be

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