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Pillow stuffed with dreams Forget about sleeping There’s too much snow melting on youth When you still awake Choose your words, your path wisel..

Why won’t you wait for me When the sky is grey,when the night is my day When the kisses embrace times grave, When my soul is nude,when the eyes ..

Night is coming down Bombing highly The day, there is the tempo Abrupt as music Hurting the head About the hours,oh well I guess these cl..

I like the title but I cannot think of Some content, the mind is obsolete, obese And opportunistic I’m thinking about the demons I take the ..

too late rider hunting sour-cherry dreams is running madly on the ember fields spots of illusions to catch last drop of tears; sad monument ..

One day I’ll commit suicide On the most beautiful day of my life Just to piss the Gods off

Love is like a flower!? But if you add a penis And ,hopefully, A vagina It will be much better

i feel the nomadic spirit wandering on the mirrors of a skyscraper pain in others eye's but the stomach is full of worms i see nothing when you are..

I got a big,fat,ugly Wart on my foot every time I touch it I cannot avoid to Think about you

People are trained To believe They know so they’re given Few notions Shallow Seas of undiscovered words That Are yours are vulgariz..