You are not there

tribute to the queen of my dreams

wanders tonight
Night at the edges of infinity
crucified Desire
hinges purple death roam everywhere around my little heart
and get fat, get fat as a pig
bulk suspicion
wishes of my dreams are woven and sent to you in your bosom that I love him for me
I love the magic of your smiles turned into the hands of tenderness, when playfully touching the tops of passion
I love you your eyelashes, which flickered in the night over the meadows and play with passion
my dreams,

warmth of bed pillow white and your hair
gently dispersed pillow and handed my arm that entangles
Silence echoes a large room that says your picture
you are not there,
and to me, to me, passionately kissing
love you



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