drafts
drink to me
only with thy
pen and Ill not ask
for more ... I like the
way he puts out his hand
as if to touch something precious
asking if its OK ... you'd not think he
was a hard bastard underneath! you'd need
an inflatable heart with someone like that jeeze ...
holding his warm hand I can hear him think, the ground
see-sawing underneath as though the helm were going to dive
the floor completely vertical
17.54, 25.11.12. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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