Occurrence
The way you exist
the gentle balance
triggers a little
interference
the perception
becomes distorted
I lose mind control
and need to restore it
pick your abdominal muscles
up from my wire
there are more important things for me
to desire
anyways you're sort of a
butterfly
I am the last one whom would I
want to lie
If I touched your wings
you could no longer fly
štvrtok 20. augusta 2009
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