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the horizon is purple now
on its torso where the waves are breaking and i’m shuddering you have chained me with your green eyes at the port of your Black Sea your blue passion ship is sailing... come back to me! can’t you see the drifting off-shore lights? of the harbour and the light house! sail towards the harbour where you have chained me come and re-discover like the whispering wind on my neck let’s drift away when horizon is velvet be my horse and i’ll ride you in the dark night you will never regret this flight then glide into my ocean an make love to me on the sand and re-discover me! Gunsel Djemal -1/6/2009 - Bromley Road- London
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