Touch

The touch, it is the final filing, Is only instant heart to heart. The touch’s soul issue, on shape apart From real body, mind starts driling. Transfer’s the wishes, one to one, Just by the chemystrie’s old rules On mix with beautifuls ocults Make love already, to be done. I dream to touch you every day, To be inspired on my dreams, To catch from you, your total means... To be my goal, to make me way. 12.07.2010

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20/03/2011
 

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