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Sep 2014
desire has no mercy
like a red morning light
tickling your feet
it has me transparent
it has me transformed
into roar, thunder, wave
or quicksand in your hands
till the air in between
is fully charged,
and insane
Written by
irinia  where East meets West
(where East meets West)   
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