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Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Whore love ...

I remember you
Your incessant attempt
To make love to smoky reality
The way you trembled with the touch of life
Aroused and bleeding lips
Tired pelvic and collarbones exposed
With the chaos that reigned through the days
Desperate tries to lie down
On bare bodies of passed seconds
Memories you forced inside you
Heavy breathing and cold sweats of days
Maddening whore love
Made to time.


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