Freistil (XXIII)

Chasing the silent ones [rabbits] further down the hole. So defenceless, so defenceless. I'd like to wrap my arms around you and press my lips against your name. Oh, please, do that again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again (continued, virtually)