Treasure Island

Max Kuvaev

(14/03/1974 / East Siberia)

Swaying Song


shapes
talking in bed
sway
get me sweat
i learn the most weird feeling
as if the world around me's spinning
it spins
and voices sing
would you join me for a drink
would you
would you dear

shapes
inside my head
sway
pump me red
again i float up to the ceiling
and my love is gonna kill me
shapes
and voices hiss
would you give me just one kiss
would you
would you please

writhing with an agony within
i wish my memory betrayed me
less frequently

Submitted: Sunday, December 07, 2008

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