Thursday, March 17, 2011

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Erase me


hidden in his arms and not afraid anymore. You're home. You bring your face and neck like a cat rubbed over it. In kiss and feel complete. Feel the joy of dumb 16 year old girl who just kissed her first boy. All movements are obvious choreographed by the universe. It's so unusual but so familiar feeling. As if you've never experienced before somewhere else but like to live for the first time here. You say, here I am. I do not want to leave.
It keeps you there though. In
kicks.
And where were you in the warmth of your house, you're naked in a forest and cold.
His words sent in there. The moment you heard the ¨ I do not want to be with you, you felt your heart torn. Not to break, to tear.
The pain tear your heart was moved to the body. Normal pain. Did you feel your bones to grind. You think that you will recover.
The next release date like a zombie.
And suddenly, you wake up and you're good. No more.

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