He makes a tiny cut
Just above her right breast
He climbs in, checks the tone
It’s his, destination
With rhythm
He finds, his way with a map of arteries
He makes camp just above your heart, your heart
With rhythm
He makes a fire here, and warm the giant sky
Inside your chest
TanyaRADA пишет:
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