onsdag den 23. januar 2013

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Some things
Aren't described
Very easily.
They are
Too delicate
Too beautiful
Fleeting moments of purity, innocence

There are things that can't
Be described anyway simple.
Things that are
Too abstract
Too hard to believe
Disappearing before you fully understand
The massive consequences
It had on your life
Your mind, your body, your soul
Your Being
Your heart.

One of these things
Are the touch
Of your hand
On my quivering skin.

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