yield to the bed with my huge mouth to swallow
soul evaporate slowly wanting the dream of her crying
Hungry
covers the ruins of all my paths
whisper among themselves
dead brilliant escape if letters of smoke and glass
Those who danced to the rhythm of bells and planted their secrets
the moonlight mutilated
Channel you take a garden
flees to fly blind my eyes open
channel that you get a nest of wild animals fleeing
white moon my sun Light
under the feathers
loves to swim among the dead while I look
I will remain true to my star and return
sounds bathed 
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