through losing eyes intentions a perfect unconcern morning breaks in another day and everything returns
two parallel doves with hearts holding out it’s not enough
how to remove my last touch gently from his wrist or wait and kiss the iron from each other’s hair
your last interest laid its weight against your tired boxer’s back it’s left chains
dancing on the furniture i had you then too late to let your arms surround could hardly beginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
