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Bending in a lifetime of a minute
I reached in to feel what’s left
Your poor claws moist torn from a still warm flesh
Memories lingered in soft like the whisper of a morning sun
In an eyes full of water, where you are its smile
Now brimming like the taut moon on a summer night
Where we met in silence and never left
How is it you have come this way
My little inamorata?
©2009 v.j.m.a.
art on board by bogdan zwir
I reached in to feel what’s left
Your poor claws moist torn from a still warm flesh
Memories lingered in soft like the whisper of a morning sun
In an eyes full of water, where you are its smile
Now brimming like the taut moon on a summer night
Where we met in silence and never left
How is it you have come this way
My little inamorata?
©2009 v.j.m.a.
art on board by bogdan zwir
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