1:09 π.μ.
I became air now and I sweat ... you ... every look and your expectations ... do not ask for compassion now ... windmills will all be done now and then I will be closed in a pouch anywhere the shoulder past ...
I got water ... that's what I also became ... I will swallow you without a second thought ... you ... your kiss that once again glorifies the Judas and the longing you have ... nothing I will be sorry for. ... then I will be given to the land to suck me and sprout wildflowers ...
I do not care about my existence because you will not exist in yours ... I do not care about your existence because it is one with my own anyway ...
you, your steps, your dreams ... it's me ...
you, your gaze and your expectations ... it's me ..
you, your kiss ... your craving ... it's me ...
nothing will be left ...
I got water ... that's what I also became ... I will swallow you without a second thought ... you ... your kiss that once again glorifies the Judas and the longing you have ... nothing I will be sorry for. ... then I will be given to the land to suck me and sprout wildflowers ...
I do not care about my existence because you will not exist in yours ... I do not care about your existence because it is one with my own anyway ...
you, your steps, your dreams ... it's me ...
you, your gaze and your expectations ... it's me ..
you, your kiss ... your craving ... it's me ...
nothing will be left ...
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