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III

It’s just another three AM
caugh in a heat drop
you are a pen with no ink
to me, for I am not your only one
I can feel your warmth
in the palm of her hands
and it burns me, us


II

Your drunken arms
the always come back in moments of dead calm
well, they aren’t welcome anymore
since I am not the only one
who knows and deals with your storms


♥2
I

Suddenly I remembered
the roof,
him staring at my back in the dark,
the summer nights full of guilt,
my neverending self imposed confusion,
the wrong hands all over my body,
again and again..
how my words shaped so well your empty gazes


TARZAN

TARZAN

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