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Factor-poem
I opened the door
To the postman
In his hand
The letter I was waiting
For In his hand
This poem I wasn't waiting For
I pass through the leaf
The down leaf of your skin
Desire and love meet
Silences and words meet
Your skin to write the kiss
Kiss to touch your soul
and overlook the estuary
Of the light
I love the story
In the poem
When it hides
When it hides
Like a gift
Under the color of the ribbons.
Agnés-Chéne
I opened the door
to the postman
In his hand
The letter I was waiting
for In his hand
This poem I wasn't expecting
I pass through the leaf
The down leaf of your skin
Desire and love meet
Silences and words meet
Your skin to write the kiss
Kiss to touch your soul
and overlook the estuary
of the light
I love the story
In the poem
When it hides
When it hides
Like a gift
Under the color of the ribbons.
Agnés-Chain
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