I Lie On The Sofa In The Museum, - Poem by Liza Sud
I lie on the sofa in the museum,
We just crawled along the ledges,
portico with balconiesa were built us,
We were so close to the stars.
from the ledge we were not falling,
We hold on to the ropes and burrs.
only looked down - virginity we recalled,
and fear for his life, and the first birth.
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