Without tiny mess,
Position very bright :
Rebel of any life
Was loyal to own death.
So cool and fearless seed,
With value over time,
From love rebel received,
To drive his passion right.
One soul – flat fireball.
Two balls in love with poems.
Both : god and devil – friends.
We are in deadly dance.
Hell-mind respect left, right.
Rust conscience trust sunlight.
Saint spirit – flying dope,
And no excess at rope.
For ecstasy I use
My son’s, and Hendrix blues.
And always like inside myself Aquarius.
Top-spin, from Halloween,
Like crazy, but still in.
And peaceful : Loose, or win —
My game, just, fabulous.
One soul
© Copyright: Дрыжыки Аблядзянелага Какаду, 2018
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