smells like wet city and the hail
stings my face like the snail
I've dropped in your backyard
slowly chews the pepper tree
está toda a gente cheia de dores
last full moon before I leave
this blonde spring has been
torturing me
destroying
killing me
turning me into a blood machine
if I'm a sugar packet like you say
let me sweeten your palate
like you did to me on the nights
where the rainbows hid
waiting for your blue eyes
to serve as firmament for them
e se te amei, é porque tudo o que vivemos separados foi suficiente para nos unir no fim
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