Living in Amsterdam

Stately geometry figure right in/between my ribs

she fits so perfect inside my skin

so pure... so clean, so soft air to this sic lungs

so differents, though, so alike... Who knows?

We're tracing over simplified lines:

she was meant to this time, I was meant to her eyes.

forever grabbing, keeping inside, perfect standing,

growing no shadows over the underlightened floor.

This music is never ending as ur range flicks...

flicks between the happening.