Claudio Micale

Exhale

No more problems.
No more sorrow.
No more tears.
No more rain.

Your touch is rough.
Your voice is hot.
Your taste is bitter.
Your smell is sin.

I inhale you.
I breathe you.
I lit you.
I consume you.

You're my fire.
You're my soul.
You're my friend.
You're my enemy.

I need to exhale to lose you.

31.10.2005

 

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