The Language Of Our Bodies When They Entwine Reveall New Dimensions Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The Language Of Our Bodies When They Entwine Reveall New Dimensions



The joy your body gives me fills me without beig able to overflow

i dragg myself apendix of the heart

history is made

in the green garden full of roses and violets

Saturday, July 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: green,history,joy
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