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Where are you going tonight?Are you taking my lovewith you?I would like to smell your soul,get to know the tasteof your body.Since I died, the world h..
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Your body is made ofunnecessary tears.Your melancholy does not requireany time to let its quietfade away.Your miserable hope does not matchthe epochs ..
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Perhaps the nights will returnwhen our souls will not refuseto obey loneliness.Perhaps I have regained lost yearswhen love curled upon your lap.Fear h..
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I come to you stealthily,tired of yesterday's hope.I know you will kiss mein the middle of my green soul.Do not want too muchfrom life,because solitud..
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You come,even though the nightrefuses to obey,although it speaks its own language.You are all woven of thorny shadows,with the fistof a foreign hearti..
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The starless night is slowly strippingmy soul out of my body.Your heart is like the Sun taken fromsomeone else's sky.It is like the sunshinethat someo..
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It is difficult to like this futureif it is the mementoyou gave meon the first anniversary of my death.We are waiting for the momentwhen time will fin..
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Obtrusive, fine bloodflows against this bloodstream.Incurable madnessrushes through the veinsof black porcelain.Your tears are snow-white,they lack a ..
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I die meeklyas I look at your stolen time.I die without regretthat silence will replace love.I am leavingdespite empty memories.I am dying against wor..
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Do not feed my starswith warm, oily blood.Do not feed the words of silencewaiting for emptiness.It hurts, fear hurtsso much.Your thought burst in a co..
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