into
liquid
i crumble
like a biscuit filled with cream
unfolding
and
re inventing myself
call
to
the
night
to give me a break
snap
my fingers in time to the rhythm
that runs in my blood
keep the time
beat the time
lose the time
find
everything you wanted
to lose
click
over the moon
and jump into the soft lost memory
it feels deliciously warm
and i call to my mother
i need
i want but wont have a bar of
being held
tight
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