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My grandma was a little bit possessed by the aristocratic madness
Love is a mistake
You lose your resolve, woman
He is not a god, and you are not a bird
You will go straight to well with your nirvana
They don’t want it
They like concrete
I really need to get myself some piano
Oh, Sappho and romantics
Stop strangling me in the sleep
Incubus
You dreamers
All your opium love spelled dreams
Are suffocating
Killing babies in their sleep at night for their selfish lovers
All this darkness
is gone
can’t believe there is light
and everything is illuminated now in London
not dark alleys
the passions of mystery
normal day
Highbury fields
quiet
can’t believe what was happening in those places at nights
parallel life
secret incognito
undercover
agents of opposite forces
kissed and clashed
nobody knows about it
hash
the result of the love-war is unclear
it is possible that still there is a stronghold
with forces gathering and ready from both fierce directions
and that the battle is finished but war is raging on
with double force
But you mine, I think so, tak…
if we were in a paradise…
love and art
but there is a war on
soldier
you better move on
love
you better move on!
kiss and breath
flowers and guns
miss you too much
too much
amazing
this in love feeling is
too much
he said
and she smiled
You conquered
she said
climbing on him
on the bench
in the central park.
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