a history of loversA Poem by Ojay/olcayIf we put all our beds together, the ones we shared with others, we’d have one long sleep A Mexican wave of a kiss And I’d be the one at the end/roll off/fall/break my heart
I'd reach up for a hand to pull me up, caress my wounds but I am still laying on the floor, it's cold
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2010 Last Updated on July 19, 2010 AuthorOjay/olcaylondon, United KingdomAboutThe earth I tread with fetish feet Is cold and moist post-summer rain, My cotton dress dances with the wind And sways its hem revealing bare knees. I run across the earth without a map; I beckon the g.. more..Writing
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