Sleep with me, my love
between the still life that with redundant art
and more of this love,
a rag of civilization.
In your hands miraculously becomes
the best of night costume.
Each centimeter theme of hurtful heart,
double embroidered wound closed ..
of your finger, our light removed
Two white moons for your children
lighting the last time, revelations of the world.
Sleeping with the fairies, fairytales
The magic was solved, the dream was better,
Daughter of spring, Son of summer!
In the morning, knee time
Will burn every key and key
and my old face.
The prison of my mirror smashed.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
Sleep with me, my love
between the still life that with redundant art
and more of this love,
a rag of civilization.
In your hands miraculously becomes
the best of night costume.
Each centimeter theme of hurtful heart,
double embroidered wound closed ..
of your finger, our light removed
Two white moons for your children
lighting the last time, revelations of the world.
Sleeping with the fairies, fairytales
The magic was solved, the dream was better,
Daughter of spring, Son of summer!
In the morning, knee time
Will burn every key and key
and my old face.
The prison of my mirror smashed.
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