I love softly in the shadows of shocked stars,
Under listening leaves simulating sleep.
I am his dark pleasure secret
And he, the satiation of my thirst.
Ships without anchors
Etching lines on alert radars,
We drift dreamlessly
To drown alone battered by moral gales.
Under listening leaves simulating sleep.
I am his dark pleasure secret
And he, the satiation of my thirst.
Ships without anchors
Etching lines on alert radars,
We drift dreamlessly
To drown alone battered by moral gales.
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