2010-02-23 @ 01:10:09

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away


both under influense
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade


to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no


one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then releaf


ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love


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