She was there
do I complicate things
the way I say things with or without my words
is there an off switch
the delight of black and white
the challenge of the finger in the white glove
touches the interlude
the worst you could think, you were my muse
to never end
to love again
to lose again
to never end
to love again....
words and pictures by roman blazic_all rights reserved
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