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do you think I’ll keep my mouth shut when you let me no possibilities to express my nasty personality?
when I look beyond my shoulder I see only darkness and bleeding wounds on the dried hearts, within the mummified body do you think I’ll manage to climb the mountain that took birth in your eyes just to break down a record for high moral values? where the tears are just turbulent rivers that cross the entire shape of your soul and are lost on the theatre’s scene do you think I went outside my mind on the rainy day, to climb on the top of the sky just to bring you a few stars that burned my cracked palms? – no, I had no light in my house and my ears heard that boogie man died when touching one do you think that the nights killed by pleasures will be the same as the days when I’ll get pissed of? I light a cigar, open the bottle of jack, take a pencil, give birth to memories and then hang them on the walls of my unconsciousness *** then a thunder, a noise, a glamour voice punched my bunch of neurons: “will you marry me?”
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