bliss

May 12, 2009
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Gypsies dancing in the sun
Songs and when they play:
Unnerve your soul
Words, sweet words from a loves ones lips
Simplicity, loss of motive
The breeze in my eyes, running its arms through my hair
The tartness of that lemon drink, brimming with its second lullaby
Your gaze uopn my skin





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