your heart as the angle of a step by step if I'm wrong
dramatically
I hurt myself if I find your rhythm
panting proceed
up when I'm going to win the top
you become so steep
slippery and I fall
rushed wildly to the ground, bulging at the base of the stairs
where thousands of others like me
feet
attracted
miserably waiting for his turn
salirti.
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