I paddle my feet as fast as the wind that burns my left ear,
With the holes I made and widen each week-
With caring for you.
I asked what this is,
You wondered if the rash grew back.
I picked beneath your smell and warm arms,
Glancing at a branch of reality left beside the rode.
Always, every body says and shouts,
That love makes fools who love fools that make war-
But I do not dare to listen.
And so I say my sory's,
Again, and same as always.
While I wish I knew what's in you,
And leave the daring to stronger who's.
I run on wheels of fortune and break the scenes behind me,
With a splash of pathetic ignorance in human beings-
In human loving.
דמיונית,
כנראה שזו באמת שאלה של זמן בעולם שחור, שלפעמים נראה לי, סתם ככה פתאום- סגלגל משום מה.
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