The sight of the dress, the child of a new memory
The resistance to pain.
Third time, free of you
Determined the sea to ice.
No reason or intimate process
br/>Catharchic method, foolish conscience.
I am not afraid of you
I scream at the wall
Your coronal suture
It will absolve me.
The ovaries of your black eyes
Hide in the weeping willow
Determined evil to the sky.
I am not afraid of you
I shout at the wall
Your coronal suture
It will absolve me.
br/>If I have been bad, forgive.
Forgive me.

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