Still I remember those nights of the Principality of life
my lips are tattooed on the longing for love,
and at night the street lamp shade my body
longing for your lap bends.
The flames of hell burn much soul
the surface, life is not never ask for it
the price of which everything gets paid.
You'm in your arms like a cat that
Purring honey. The earth is swaying
under your feet, your picture is framed
at the window. Unfortunately, it is a burning fire
inside the internal Fenix bird
burned to ashes jade-like
heart melted lump of tin.
The only my house is a small moment,
the swings of lust anger of my arms.
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