Hold me tight and let me go, let fly in a wind that keeps me from standing up to the sun. I want to be Icarus and fly with wings of wax, falling into the sea again and feel your sweet embrace. Revive me with a kiss and a look of honey, make me feel full of imagination for once, is my muse and tell me you love me twenty-three times and more for the road ...
... Our trip to the path of the back door.
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