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Love you.
Love your ways
Love your shapes
Love your masculinity. Faith
Beats in eyes
Black holes
Lost color in madness
mad world
My man and his sword
Protect me from demons by turning into vampire
I’m Protecting my wisdom
But turning on a desire
Oh cold heart can’t handle this fire
I’m burning alive
Why and how was started this riot?
Satisfaction became a priority
My logic befriends with sand deserts
But there are lack of them,
Cut as minority
Red book can describe what mouth is shy to say
Silver bookmark alluring to mountains hills
Please darling beg me to stay
I hope it will heal me
I hope
It will
Heal


II

Love you
Love your forms
Love your disorders
New day new moon new chapter new breathe
All in my head. Over and over
 
Scattering dishes want to be clean
After all parties some care and silence is needed
I’m running to subway in a New York City
Road light blinks green.

Roadless map navigates my heart
Though now it is full of heat
I wish it was full of goals
In the middle of winter it’s hard to be warm from something not gold

I’m calling despair, reading mirror signs
And you’re somewhere there, standing behind
Learning art, which is timeless
Unlike it’s authors in human form