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Burnt leavs perfume /and woods green mists The eco breaks in screams You caught me under the red moon Your hair is darkness, Deepness, Smoky green eyes They shine but not alive they seem YOUR ODOUR PUTS ME IN A DREAM . MY lust becomes wetness With yuo on top Your weight struggles me My blood starts to drop. Come in ,My only lover, And kiss the curse away, Let me feel you deep inside In tramble and in grace. My deamon, extasy you are, We re fallen from the farest star,We re growing cold,we ve come in bloom,Let s dig our way into the sanctum. The deepest night,the dancing haze ilumminates your moonlight skin ,You rise and stretch your darken wings I m leing naked in my dream.
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