Under starful skies With many my mindless sighs And many a boozing sessions He looked into my eyes Touched my cold cheeks like his goddess And with a strained voice Confessed “I love you a bit tipsy I see no building of intimidation Which craves for bombs and guns to break I can come close […]
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