Two Crashed Bicycles?
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Mark Heathcote
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I don't need my bicycle to miss you.
Love is a mustard seed
Colonise your dreams and I will find you.
Inhabit entwine you in my tendrils
If we journey the world on separate paths
Be faithful for one day our paths
Shall indeed, one day cross and coincide
Meet like two crashed bicycles? And-
There muddled-up in the middle we shall kiss.
Bu şiiri puanla
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