We pay in the heart the debts our soul has given
in; because there is too much light in mistakes
and you know you've made them when you're in the lakes,
keeping our love fault; human and misgiven.
The shores, flooded with rusted ships of liar's
hearts, the sensitive children waiting in the beach,
when they grow up, they'll give their last flawless speech;
As I abord among graverobbers and friars.
'What was your failure?' said the dreadfully hooded
'I would clap merry when I had to mourn them,
I would create cages rather than jolly rooms well-wooded.
and I blew her mind whe I said who I am'
The sand in the middle of the sea I touched,
I stared the sea, a gust of wind. Everything's bottom.
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