The strange, your arm, the value
You write me parts of silence
As I forgive my soul in hell
The moon`s cry began.
To split and divide your beauty in two
My weapon against world will always be you.
You cut me profound as you`re getting old
My reason is chaos...a poor one
And it`s like this because of your kiss.
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