Hanging upside down
                                              Tired and tired
                                              We lose our fragrance.
                                              Blazing desire

                                              Of course,
                                              Thorns
                                              I go dry

                                              The end of an unstoppable desire
                                              Eventually,

                                              On a cold wall
                                              Stopped by beauty
                                              Unbreakable desire

                                              The already broken breasts
                                              With vivid eyes
                                              Thoroughly squeezed
                                              It is dust that is piled up

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                                        Written by Lorenzo Chimvone