10.11.2007

Repente

Suddenly I long for repent
As I long for your lips
To chase on my kiss
As I chase up your scent

A constant image on my mind
Surging away from this site
Fuzzy feelings felt in fever
As ruptured bulwark on weaver

It is you
Water marked sure
For me you were sent
So I’m dashed on repent

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