hiding rounds
waltz into a room and I dreamed of roads and
lost
Americas and hookah
but the silent language of love does not know you know
but the look of love speaks for itself you know
imagined that more than Ceiling
born a star for us and it seemed normal
a camper and a boat sailing sake
but the price of this choice we exposed to
vultures but without any defense foundered in search of us so they were
nights and days they were
honey and charcoal and I ran naked
happy to take root and sprout
macramé
and discovered that love is a fabric that as courage d ' heroes
large pores also free to tap the razor
But the eyes of the people had no mercy for us
it was so quiet in this love
and prey of the waves and storm
alas
despised hit derided
yet irresistible for us
condemned insulted spat
yet unquenchable for us for us
eternally eternally eternally we
us.
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