"On your lips I die, I want to stay
on those lips,
impressed, as a word that censorship and colors,
as the nectar of a wine's dense black fruit on those
are my lips, a sweet smile
settles,
remember the time makes him bitter and the wind takes him
as a vague thought.
Confused now rests the tired mind to jump from chaos to sanity.
L ' makes you eternal oblivion. "
SG
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