I saw a storm
Orbiting my mind
A hell
Baking the ashes
My trip has started
To nowhere you know
Heritages
Cons
My trunk of memory
For you
My dear!
Look at me now
When I'm dying
When I'm giving up the ghost
Give me the last kiss
Have forgotten your perfume
Your expression
My dear!
Don't tell there were no houses
Nor kisses
Dead's cry
Hear it!
I'm at the blade of eyes
Yours
Like a lost funambulist
Dropped
Crashed
No one knows what your eyes like
Nor me
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