I have to find you, you you. Not in my fingers which is our contact. Neither the sound of your laughter timing. As measured by the wind. As measured leaves of all colors. I have to find yourself close, lest I fall on my heart and temptations are your dreams at night. I have to heat my hope to find you. To you in you. Not in a glass of water I drink without thirst. Neither the baths, which are as yours. I have to find you. To you in you.
I hope to find. As I hope to seven in the evening, which is when to change the open windows nearby.
to you in you.
Not the body of a stranger. To you, in your body. With your body. For Your Body. Although an excess return your skin and your skin becomes me.
I hope to find. To you in you in bed together. In the day. Together to see to the next. To share the world and everything in it is falling. Like the leaves of all colors.
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