You are an anchor without me, a secret counterpoint. Without you, the secret daughter of Alpha s Omega - a chain link or a specially wounded half-nail in my conscience: Even now, I think terade with a multitude of micro-minutes - although I know I'm tearing the number in excess that in vain it was almost All!

Myself as a muddy ****, from which Enkidut was once carved out by handsome hands, I became one with you, I can't let the iron cat tentacles of your anchor rise from your harmonious island - it can't be the only Heart like a balmy night,

if the volcanic steam is there at night! Up in the cracked black-ink sky, milky cosmos maps with constellations tear inconsolable as they wander daily! "You're a nodding shadow without me, just a ballerina dancing silently."



I did not ask for revenge to be fulfilled: Accuse unfounded arguments, and relentlessly trample on me the glowing cops of your flame blast wherever you touch My destiny — you can hardly do anything against it — you are an organizing part! An instinct for life spitting from a blood fountain, and a gracious, halo Redemption! Everything changes:

Our wisdom ready to forgive — don’t deny it, we all drew from experience, and if you carved foolishness with words or deeds in disbelief to my head — I consoled you childishly naively if you had to! I kept the palaces of your tears in my handkerchief, and as long as you were full of joy or shivering wine, I took your hand. Without you, you can still be healthy. Trick me into the mud, Change changes