It is a fact that for her figure
I went after her.
In that act I could get her heart.
I must nurse it.
The heart, the gate, must not shut.
I nursed the love.
Her love crippled me to advance
To desire her corporally
We remained friends.
Love wet my throat
But dried my stomach.
25.11.2004
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