Oh, how much I love your eyes
I'm waving like moonbeams on a nightside
Sea
Whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so
Amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide
Behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the
Absorbent sandcastles.
Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me.
The knight in golden armour turns into
Millions of vacant sins ; inner sickles
Trying to find a way out of the flesh, the
Planted one with memorable experiences,
Tassels in white faces...
Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though,
Absolute darkness reminds me of the age of
Ignorance. But, now as I recall all those
I've seen so far through this burning blood
Red veil
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