cross down the river
with your foot naked
lovely pain in your fingers
this ship is making a trip
on me and for god
they'll call the storm
when the hot stones burns their
water hearts.
i came very flush when
i saw her chest near my mouth
because i thinked that moment
was as the sun growing and growing
for me and for us.
the room was empty
as your body feelings
the room was close
like my eyes when i died
they'll call the storm
when the hot stones burns their
water hearts.
where are the streets you show me?
i believe in my memory deleted
where is the posion of my unconscience town?
inside all the holes on land
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