She's a young girl
Sharpening the Moon above the naked eye
Upright eyes. Wounds
She's a young girl
Caya full moon-cut the mouth and face
The night is rotting
In chest.
She's a young girl
About brave. hit to death.
Living space, emptying the day.
She's a young girl with a name
His voice is loud and full of energy! ?
Burning blood!
He couldn't sleep.
If your life
bury
And ripping sound...
She's a young girl
tickling
follow up. His soul is on!
Bleeding.. gushing wounds
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