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segunda-feira, 22 de outubro de 2012

stormson is arriving into the shore.

when he goes down the sea,
to fight strangers we've never seen, 
he feels nothing

untill he comes home again

he swings his sword
delivering the earth new and old blood
I wish there are more bruises to heal
with my warm touch again

as my body and soul are his, my bed is his bed too
but on every first night we lay on the ground
and we make love on the valley, under the stars
and he feels something again
he feels bliss.

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