Monday, November 16, 2015

στο κρεβάτι σου, τόσα κορμιά, το ένα πάνω στο άλλο, δεν πονάνε; 

yours truly 
ιt’s been a long and funny summer you must know, I didn’t have you expected and the sound of your name stirred the unrest.. still does, I did not have that expected either.. but as you can guess I’m always walking, past rusty, dirty sand,even past you 
it would be nice to have you for a change, naked, undone, unpretentious_ we’d light eachother up,  half drunk, half serious, laughing, we’d make hotel love and perhaps, perhaps find a way to explain why the world keeps so still when we poke it 


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