With the closed door
behind me
in my back
I feel like before
like the last time
He calls silently
with the hand for me
and offers the place
on the bed
I feel every step
and I sit down
As I did
before knowing
what comes the next up
And as he touchs me
looking in my eyes
he whispers to me
‘don’t you fight’
and again I fly
far away
to another place
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
With the closed door
behind me
in my back
I feel like before
like the last time
He calls silently
with the hand for me
and offers the place
on the bed
I feel every step
and I sit down
As I did
before knowing
what comes the next up
And as he touchs me
looking in my eyes
he whispers to me
‘don’t you fight’
and again I fly
far away
to another place
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