Forbidden

By Anonymous

Your eyes are rough, warm, divine Close them, for a while put out the fire in me. Together we are brittle, new, fools In heart, or my mind the warmth it still lingers. But when we reach the end I’ll close mine too; then we can be beautiful.

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