the good shepherd
lo he left all the others
an' went to look for you
an' yes he did find thee
an' with bruised hands
an' with bruised hands
a shade against my skin
its weight, its will combined with mine. a perfect dose of resistance just to amplify this movement
without past, deeply in the now, breathing future
hungrily, with the pores of our skin
just in a second
growing blackness
a shiver
and what's left of it
and what's left of it
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