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angolul, n0title
Vers - ddani - 2003. január 28.
I want to pass a word to you - it is not about
what you do, diss-an-dat around every day I
look, and see throught the hell and laugh I smile
each day, and some I cry too superfluous,
each day lovely sad twinkle in the pinhead
sunspotlight contracted dot now, it
collects expanding wow in a pupil flash
mornings die so soon, every night eye
is born layers throe the storm swoon away
the word I want to pass to you drivel into
ya rooftop overhead riveting drumbreaks on
the everything pulsates senselessity and
will again will against the flow now and not
bow with the word I want to pass to you
incessantly present, not about a time of we
falsely recollected retrospect a sentiment sent
in sands and time sediments drizzle making my
soul ripple and dive in one instant lover no, never
splashed or felt better, like swimming in warm butter
spikes spinnin in jaccuzzi foambathing each other and
lifetap through, information pours from pores immortally
into the intimasea, and yet these are not the words I
want to pass to you, no, they ooze and force uncontainably
fear, a shriek, bared teeth attack and hack a savage ravage this
is not the world.
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