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When you walk the whole street melts I'm looking at your steps, indiscriminately walking In the winter night without sleep, we were both adults I look in your eyes while from the sky sing thudnerballs I only want you, everything is nothing else. My life is slowly sail In deep water, somewhere at the bottom And I feel some as a some ail I hear the lightning breaks the sound Beauties bloom With you in my room What to assume In this world My mark is curled. Sometimes I get lost in my imagination and sentences What I am is I would not be able to explain that I spoke with a dwarf once In the wild, when the mist fell I tried to explain it to myself. I saw beauty in black I don’t remember when I was born My spirit is painted with the color of a insane It's a great storm And I feel like I'm already worn But my aim The aim still stands as pain Who drives me in this dark In the black park Where souls sing about a stamp And I'm still dreaming about you with the night of a black eagle's eye. I saw beauty in black Although it's a big crack My heart's imagination about that girl Whose heart is like a butterfly and has a shape Wide as a summer mountain landscape.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
I saw beauty in black
When you walk the whole street melts I'm looking at your steps, indiscriminately walking In the winter night without sleep, we were both adults I look in your eyes while from the sky sing thudnerballs I only want you, everything is nothing else. My life is slowly sail In deep water, somewhere at the bottom And I feel some as a some ail I hear the lightning breaks the sound Beauties bloom With you in my room What to assume In this world My mark is curled. Sometimes I get lost in my imagination and sentences What I am is I would not be able to explain that I spoke with a dwarf once In the wild, when the mist fell I tried to explain it to myself. I saw beauty in black I don’t remember when I was born My spirit is painted with the color of a insane It's a great storm And I feel like I'm already worn But my aim The aim still stands as pain Who drives me in this dark In the black park Where souls sing about a stamp And I'm still dreaming about you with the night of a black eagle's eye. I saw beauty in black Although it's a big crack My heart's imagination about that girl Whose heart is like a butterfly and has a shape Wide as a summer mountain landscape.
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ivan1395
23/M/Belgrade
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
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