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Jun 2016
Your lips speak to me
even when still,

your eyes soothe me
like a sleeping pill.

Your body shivers me
like leaves of fall,

but 'tis your soul
which tickles me
most of all.
Eiler
Written by
Eiler  Norway
(Norway)   
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