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Inferno
< Best Sasha
He's so fragile. Porcelain skin is almost transparent.
Too young and too pristine sunshine boy.
He meekly watching me, and that means,
All my thoughts about it.
And in his half-sleep in a darkened bedroom vintage
He, like Judas, mysteriously Infernal.
Enchanted sensually bright marvelous dreams,
Innocently cling to the pillow.
And in his inconsolable in his ethereal sadness,
He was so weak, so lonely ... he just neobychaen!
And so sweet to believe that his thoughts at night
Much blacker than during the day.
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He's so fragile. Porcelain skin is almost transparent.
Too young and too pristine sunshine boy.
He meekly watching me, and that means,
All my thoughts about it.
And in his half-sleep in a darkened bedroom vintage
He, like Judas, mysteriously Infernal.
Enchanted sensually bright marvelous dreams,
Innocently cling to the pillow.
And in his inconsolable in his ethereal sadness,
He was so weak, so lonely ... he just neobychaen!
And so sweet to believe that his thoughts at night
Much blacker than during the day.
Your text to link ...
