There are girls who never stop
They swim forward no matter what
I call them sharks not for their bloodlust
if they slow down - they dont gasp
They begin to be afraid
Look around with uneasiness
There is a flesh-eater close at hand
Size their growth but abysmal taste
No matter how you can be strong
No matter how wide you may smile
Past of yours is an inner germ
Waiting for its chance to remind
There are girls launched in orbit
By the experts of their souls
As long as the girls have gasoline
They will never fall back in their own
Our pasts are similar
But I don't run from mine
However You've drawn the line
In front of your hearts
There are girls launched in orbit
By the experts of their souls
As long as the girls have gasoline
They will never fall back in their own
Sharks
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