Those are the nights
I feel you're missing
I miss the cosiness, I think
There could be
Warmth
This little
Smile with hazy eyes
I call love
The kissing and the sudden
Loss of gravity
Of connection to reality
Of time ...
I miss this although I hardly got a taste.
I do.
Als sei eine Nadel in eine Wunde gefallen. Du schreibst leise und tief. Danke.
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