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The shorter the lips - the smell of your food longer
I had no idea I sit and look at the fire in silence
You look just like a thousand years ago
I like looking at you, and the words do not dare utter
Your pyre - he does not go out, he's just focus in the darkness
From him and lit like a hover in the ethers
You may not know this, but you're obviously light,
Sorry if too much was in the air I was so.
Crumbs in bed a lot, not tea dopit, chifir.
You're too tired, and tears can not see the shadows.
When I smoke, and I look at you - I can see our world
otherwise. And the way I feel inside, and I was even a little genius.
Your eyes wide open, like a spring dawn in them.
You argue with the sunset - and I hear the relentless singing
. Whatever your soul, no matter how she was not color - I like a great artist who no pronouns ...