gammal poesi


I've could continue down the venue. pointless struggle, i'll just be mumblin'.

don't resist the temptation of liberation, freedom of soul an' mind.
empathized by the taste of wine.

Wine, blended with a sweet tear, take my hand my dear.
verge of extinction i'm a man on a mission.
grasping for much, salvated by your touch.

you come like a cocaine rush, left me trembling for more.

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