Vodka*
Drink your savage routine as if it's vodka
This potion's gloss hides lacks of dirty floor
You have forgotten how it's to seem much stronger
In front of that who's merciful no more
No need forgiveness, no need their endless blame
When any path's erased by golden sands
My fate has not found my royal name
Closing again the door with tremulous hands
I ask for your support and get refreshment
To look less faded than the mirror's words
I gave you life, I didn't break engagement
Such life as vodka, treats and hurts,,,
3.06.
Vodka
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