Sometimes I half imagine
your already there,
While I look away, for
seconds, as you undress,
At some point I'm ready to turn,
but not look directly...
This is what I imagine - you do,
as you manipulate me into
certain shapes or places,
I just stare emphatically,
out the window - at time!
While you get off, in your own
In the meantime I lunge out
with both fists, into the rabid air,
I know true love
it just isn't true,
It really isn't!
I mean, this is the only
thing, i think I came
to grips with,
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936)
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