Fall on the night
I sing the song cuts into your ears, a silent
with odd tone
There is a history of unreadable with intact
about the story of a pair of human
the passing on of lost nights
still, I fell on the night
sing with the dark full of flowers
so you know, the more it means loneliness
Flying Hours Approached The Moon
Flowers grow from the sky
Flowers in between the silence and becomes fragrant
The roar of a question,
From the story of the past
The madcap longing incarnated
The cuts are the days that should be abandoned
After the rain, the sky was still wet
Before the demolished with age
The love that Never goes down suddenly
Love never goes down suddenly from the ceiling of the room. There are beningmu eyes looked fragile expectations after the passion became a prayer at night-a night full of lies. You cascading black hair diembus the fan. And I climbed into the sky through the body beautiful.
Still you love question time dark room when the lights suddenly went out because have yet to pay the monthly bills. And hunger and love of wrestling with noise and cuts.
On The Coffee Table
It struck me. We exchanged glances from the thoughts that are socially inept. Cracks in every smile, on a coffee table in the waiting room, a place to meet. And there is your viewpoint on the distance and I just looked at. The fog slowly ascending from the smoke. All of a sudden drizzle coming down from the rest of the upset over the love that does not completely legible.
I see myself, look at the color of the coffee. Concentrated. There is the memory of labour-workers ' gardens. The sweat he mingled in a powder-powder coffee. There are smarting. I see myself, see Douwes Dekker which are driven off the longing of those small little hearts andof love. What I lose. On the coffee table, I was still awake. Think of the coffee dregs.
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