< Azay
Most courageous look inward where uncork wounds.
And who can live without you? For you it is a trauma?
Release a free hand, and all exactly forgive
And inside mercury veins
Literally themselves monologue torment
And from the silence lepish nonsense
Phrases dotted swallow.
Buy me, asking sentiment
head
Way to itself, I figured, to run away from you quickly into the throat