fog in your head, fog in your heart - you still remember it, my small but good lamb? In their sonnets, their symphonies, their songs in your ears, in your veins, in your soul?
you remember about how he was still by your side and listened to the novels of your endless love? It was never wrong, right? None of this was wrong, none of this was true, none of this was in a tangible sphere.
She was so broken, so lost, so very tired with life, the destiny of their own history - and filled it from you. Filled all places with their hatred, with its bitter-tasting passion of love they did not know.
He was so blinded, so much in addiction, so very lonely next to you, your desire, your love, your helplessness - and he owned up. With skin and hair, and each little pore. Completed up. Did you. Loved you. Held up repeatedly on the legs.
had what can be wrong with all this? What could have been so destructive to all this, so hurtful, can be so apocalyptic, my lamb, what?
were And then there's you, you remember? The head of this evil triangle. Right they, the heat, somewhere hidden under the Layers of indifference. The brightest planet in the universe. One, two heart beats, blast, floral fragrance. He left the prince on his white horse, somewhere hidden among dense hair. The love of your life. Dive feeling in the stomach, a hurricane, a tornado.
And then you know you remember? And then thou indecision. Questions in your little head. Questions and questions and then the dense fog. Oh, this triangle, this terrible triangle. What would
to all this can be really, my lamb, what?
you remember about how he was still by your side and listened to the novels of your endless love? It was never wrong, right? None of this was wrong, none of this was true, none of this was in a tangible sphere.
She was so broken, so lost, so very tired with life, the destiny of their own history - and filled it from you. Filled all places with their hatred, with its bitter-tasting passion of love they did not know.
He was so blinded, so much in addiction, so very lonely next to you, your desire, your love, your helplessness - and he owned up. With skin and hair, and each little pore. Completed up. Did you. Loved you. Held up repeatedly on the legs.
had what can be wrong with all this? What could have been so destructive to all this, so hurtful, can be so apocalyptic, my lamb, what?
were And then there's you, you remember? The head of this evil triangle. Right they, the heat, somewhere hidden under the Layers of indifference. The brightest planet in the universe. One, two heart beats, blast, floral fragrance. He left the prince on his white horse, somewhere hidden among dense hair. The love of your life. Dive feeling in the stomach, a hurricane, a tornado.
And then you know you remember? And then thou indecision. Questions in your little head. Questions and questions and then the dense fog. Oh, this triangle, this terrible triangle. What would
to all this can be really, my lamb, what?
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