Not screaming, not breathing, sleepy,
You would have found me unarmed.
Without clothes, without thoughts, languid,
The voice of the morning like a cold.
And the bed so carelessly rumpled,
Sun rays on the skin strip,
Body in one gulp, drinking the morning mint.
You heard my scent of spices,
The tart smell of my pranks,
The acrid smell of the night city.
Each mole would give a name,
And be silent, looked hungry -
Without hope and without thought-modest.
And they are smothered in chocolate.
I don't have to give myself to them,
And my voice is a little cold.
Sun rays on the skin strip,
You heard my scent of spices,
The tart smell of my pranks,
The acrid smell of the night city.
Each mole would give a name,
And be silent, looked hungry -
Without hope and without thought-modest.
You know how you hurt my heart,
I can't stop loving before.
You heard my scent of spices,
The tart smell of my pranks,
The acrid smell of the night city.
Each mole would give a name,
And be silent, looked hungry -
Without hope and without thought-modest.
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