Last evening fading in the dark,
You must to leave my quiet soul,
I'm almost die, it is you luck,
I count you words, I like this fall.
I'll never find love in your years,
So let me go, please, let me breath,
I hear your voice, I know your lie
Because of you I make this sin.
You take a half of me, for what?
I'm only water on your face.
I kiss your arms, this cold is hot,
You make my love so drunk and grace.
(22.09.09)
Last evening fading in the dark
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