Aleksandra Posted September 21, 2011 Share Posted September 21, 2011 A blanket of city secrets is my cover tonight. You exhale my last hope through a chimney. The streets are empty, out of footsteps and tires. I need the wind to hug me, to take me to the ocean, to draw a heart on the sand near some road, to leave my secret there ... I need your warmth close to me. I am cold, I am dim. I am a church for your sins. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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