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Zywa  Aug 2020
Without reserve
Zywa Aug 2020
My windless head
doesn't even care for music
we wander and kiss
through the same streets

eat half portions
of each other wish to
share everything
surrender completely

to eight stroking
dance with the birds
on the bar of sand
the cape of Ameland

drink up all the stars
and then we swim
in mirror water
into each other's skin
Collection “Without reserve”

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