Everyday it passes by...
Through my rigid life...
Even without your insipid glance...
Even without your wither fortune..
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Insanity? ? anyway different breeze, still young and sweet!
You have a way with words that is quite original. There is authenticity and the pasion just breaks through.
Surely insanity without invitation arrives unwarned. The bed side of love watered by fear driven insanity. Surely insanity without a letter invites itself. For love far away once beside cuts like a knife not to kill but to torment.