Ecstasy mental
a gloomy day when the thoughts are the framework
existence of the poor man.
Her eyes fixed on me
watching what I had to offer
and not thinking about what I was.
Tired of the new world,
simplify the ecstasy of two bodies
dwelling appearance of things.
Confessions of a dangerous heart condition,
strip away our sins
exposing what's real hide.
Page this new world of heavenly, angelic body of this land
wounded and battered soul.
be lost in oblivion
We are looking for a wild love
trying to fill her.
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