From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Come and make me smile
take off your cloths
and let them slip away
not the only thing here
that's wet
feel fingers through hair
feel
there is nothing to forget
but skin.
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