The Fish
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can't breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-06-17 at 19:46
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