Thursday, May 5, 2011

Talk to me of love and life:
Simple pleasures, private strife,
Of bristling anger, unfounded joy,
And all the tools that you employ
to get through this web of lies,
Of illusions and broken ties.

I cannot breathe till I hear your voice,
I have no strength and no choice.
Talk to me of love and life
You, my simple pleasure, my private strife.

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