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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2009-10-12 | | i call and he says/ my love i am on my way door bell rings and he comes before entering the white washed room he gently knocks quickly i run and open the door he stands tall/tired and a little bit hunch back says ‘’here i am’’ as he sits on the edge of the bed the first thing he says you didn’t get my booze his phone rings he says ‘’darling i am on my way’’ i lock my gaze into his he comes back and sits next to i says please do not upset me i rub his back and caress his long neck/ says he must go and be back morrow… embrace and sniff his sweaty skin but what about i? i sat in this stoney brick house all day long… washed your socks/underwear and freshened-up the bed covers his reluctant to stay i stand on my toes embrace and kiss him goodnight back to my empty bed! and it tores my heart away hearing the neighbours love making joy..! 10/10/2009 İstanbul
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