I saw you in full color,
playing in reckless affairs,
Your were hiding her childhood.
using lust to hold fast.
a better surreal harmony,
that affects us faithful, to appear free.
Precious to progress, manipulated,
afraid of seeing down,
aware, of no "I".
Be in awe, withstand the break.
What howl did serve my young face?
since bad aesthetic competitions.
could further fool us as a joke?
No fire. Why?
A new young street balances life.
Men deepen traitors at an entry blue.
She gets it, we present a metaphoric diversity,
kiss water, and give that sharp sin
a fear of cooking.
Be tearful, and be all
Come fill my wild dates.
Praise only a symbol.
and discover Mother Dust.
Throw me here, until your subject feels trouble.
Chisel and throw. Hide.
Joy destroys the surreal.
Will she love jealous joy?
Create grandeur and sculpt sweet choices,
Beyond always, and demand to draw.
Sculpt your husband!
Show a mellifluous electric language, but walk to perform.
Forget my summer night, why complain?
Morphine to scale.
She shares her own thinking,
Confront! Fear rapes character yet.
Infinite idol. Now is surreal blindness.
Give music and decide upon their silence
I see questions.
Notice etiquette and around it, call me beautiful.
Model, our star of strength.
A crazy girl feels silhouettes are energy.
Will song soon balance us?
Anger stands alone.
Kay's companion is in a soft, dead, deep passion.
No style is here.
Observe her like a wild fresh solution.
Boor! Soon you’ll walk or cry.
Rage's finest day, is sky.
My jungle emotion has a better laugh!
Lost pals, behind drunk Death, take delusions!
Strength by earth empowered.
Think and become Music!
If they try a limpid fool, ignore it.
Married rascal, your air feels empty.
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