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Apr 2015
The only language I know is
the touch of your skin on mine. Your
voice my gospel, these days my doctrine.

The bringer of life is no god, there is
no meaning
of existence.

except for those infinite
meaningless miracles
like these times of rapture
of sunlight unrefined

Β when those blinding eyes of yours
Β turn to greet mine.
Ella Gwen
Written by
Ella Gwen  F/England
(F/England)   
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