Vol. 8

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A marzipan statue adorns my altar of soul

Love has never smelled like flowers

a book, which' meaning does not have to be asked from the author

I know it myself

How the sun reflects in your eyes

How your hair looks like cotton candy clouds

How every word you say

Has a wonderful siren-like sound

Kiss me if nothing else

Hold me like a piece of lace

I grab the clouds

I am drowning in silk made of flesh and blood
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Martsipanist kuju kaunistab mu hingealtarit

Armastus pole kunagi lõhnanud kui lilled

Raamat, mille tähendust ei pea küsima autorilt

Ma tean ise

Kuidas päike peegeldub su silmis

Kuidas su juuksed meenutavad suhkruvatist pilvi

Kuidas iga sinu lausutud sõna

Omab imetabast sireenilikku kõla

Suudle mind kui mitte miskit

Hoia mind kui pitsitükki

Haaran kinni pilvist

Upun lihast ja verst tehtud siidis

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