Celeste
sans crainte de s avouer un jour naufrage
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Fingers tied to burdens
Eaten and cracked by drought
Your eyes fixed on the curtains
Slowly fading along your intoxication
This hypnotic roll falls on your princess's hair
This boat of fortune is just waiting to run aground
Violently without fear of doom
One day shipwrecked
She differs from this degrading hatred
Which lifts the petticoats of these little dolls
She stirs up these shaky obsessions
All images of the designs of horny edges frail
erectile
Throbbing
Touchish
Drowned in the depths of this wave of wandering
Lost in the middle of your childhood dreams
Lové an created this home base
Inked curled up like an old coward
For the better
Unhappy
The ace of pull
On this
Old chains