Your hands were everywhere.
What was it? Just nightmare
or something bigger, better?
Don't know. Doesn't matter.
Not now. Maybe, never.
It's not for us - together.
It's not for us - be close.
My thoughts are like in chorus,
they cry, they scream, they shout:
get out, please, get out.
I cry, too. What had happened?
What if I made one step and...?
22.01.13
One more step
© Copyright: Маргарита Медведева, 2013
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