I'm going alone, but not both.
The house is full of sweet terror.
-white wall collapses:
are the miserable truths
shaking my head when there is no more.
hopelessly I waste time, one after another
go by the minute, and the ticking
branches this lust in your head
a trail with traces of finish.
It is always the question of death,
and the sun is so very inherte,
tape that no one who can see
the tide of people who lost.
I smashed the second with his eyes.
I feel that I'm losing track,
that the days are not many, and enjoyment
see it go to her laugh on me.
meat'm looking for a soul.
soul without faith I am the song.
the wayside in that takes us
think of you.
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