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Why pristine seashell Why You touched God And now Pure being Untouched by a mortal skull Untouched by a human hand Who Who Who Who Who ..

The more perfect you want to be The more you will question yourself The more questions you will have The weaker you will become With bigger and ..

I will miss you my dear We could have been there Watching the moon Telling out little loves That burned us And laughing Laughing Laughing Laug..

It is a matter of taste Some like the stars Some like a cafe.

I miss that day I miss laying besides you With that body white on the reflection of light A weird prince On a yellow And red Shiny jacket.

There is something poetic in the word poem.

Now I know why we did not meet My love I wanted to fly high You wanted to be a lizard on earth.

This addiction of mine I was sad and high I miss those times

My release of the day is that I can go as a garbage bin girl in front of him and he will still like me Or will he?

New world order problems Who is the father of my child & Why did my lover call me wow.