Covered in tracks...
this crossfire of emotions.
Blankets.
Grading my responsibility.
That behavior;
personality.
To kill.
On board.
To board the ship -
and
exit.
I've happened ...-
not to realize
or completely understand.
My inhibitions to dream.
All in the alphapetical order of tightening;
knots.
That you surrender, Marco.
In captivity.
With you Tanya.
'Tanya.
My love/.
A'
a sweet look that your life gives.
Marco I have the power.
Sweet heaven.
I'm more tempted to resist thinking
anything.
But to sail the ship of dreams
isn't a mechanism.
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