Kill the daemons in your head
skill the human don't grow mad
I' ll offer you a Venus shell
and lure you away from hell
tell about some tales could tell
making flowers in your head
breathing with soft tenderness
it is life you shall caress
staring straight into the sea
heartbeats of eternity…...
here alone just you and me! M
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