I could sculpture art in your heart
to show you the pain of love..
Bleeding niches linking shaking hearts
in the middle of the nowhere isn't ocean love?
It's midnight though, it's time to hear the
screaming of foxes in the countryside,
the crackling of train rails for the last departure,
the inhaling sounds of the deepest lovers
Is it late??
You ask me full of grandiloquence.
It's the right time.
Let's get lost I respond.
We got lost, we got lost, we got lost...
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