My meat, so she jumped
shooting crazy spring, hanging
the bearing wire (yes, she), like a bathrobe
soul true color pearl
to store on the hanger, never !
in
pretext of a door (front), well
there, my flesh
the inescapable shock, was left clinging
with each claw, to tell me drop
give a primitive look
a witness, shouts of a desire property,
because
is for your infinite spirit
black / rainbow / white
blooming.
And the rest, of course, and perhaps
is not canon, but especially single
that I love, even if
tonight -
and the next night - not
we will tell anyone
of those dreams that we do.
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