We’re not hungry, not that much
Sleep for breakfast, sex for lunch
Then we roll one on the couch
Rainy days typcal Dutch
Now, I feel your tender touch,
Moving gently on my crotch
Then you feel a rising heat
As I wrap between your feet
Those stains are not mayonaise
We get messy when we blaze
Broken glasses on the floor
We’re not gentle anymore
Going deeper as we rise
We’re stargazing in our eyes
Culminating in the sky
This is how we learned to fly
We are so fucking high …
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Published by Alex Cojocaru
Alex has been active in the software world since he started his career as an Analyst in 2011. He had various roles with a focus on software asset management, data analytics, and software development. He walked in the shoes of an analyst, auditor, advisor, and software engineer being involved in building SAM tools amongst other data-focused projects.
In 2020 he joined Licenseware as a co-founder and CEO, with the mission of commoditizing software asset management.
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