moving on advice

Senses IX: On the Floor

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Like the Adarna bird

you sing to me

in different rhythmic forms

slowly and beautifully

Your voice dances

in the air I breathe

in supersonic speed

invading my ear

And right now

There’s only one thing I know —

your song makes me want to throw

my clothes on the floor.

 

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