I found them.
4 into 1
pleasure frees the forbidden
there's no shot for this infection
you would notice it while you sleep if you dream
pleasure pleasing the storm
pleasure piercing the thorn
sometimes before dawn, later on,
keeping the coffee warm
the odds you see
(borrowed from Homer)
a moment to breathe
a refreshing see breathe along the sure
I'm a stranger in my body tonight
my fingers are not what I had in mind
sometimes they won't lie when you need one
this year the trouble i'm in is art
once you finish it's back to start
finding a new way to give myself away
the way you feel empty once done
to create a new someone
words & picture by roman blazic_____all rights reserved
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