and there's no reason why
this glamour fitted to the night
glowing on the dark blue sky
sounds only groan with this presence
and air is flowing trough the space
smell is sense, the only essence
and trees in fingers, sugar glace.
and then an earthquake came ..
somebody had to interrupt the time,
glasses with ice and dried up lime
too many candles, gentle grin
blanket of night covered the sin
nobody remembers...
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