Symbolic dreams, every night a new sight.
War, a secret mission, forest and fear.
Playing violin, improvisation among the unknown.
A flood, which brakes the path between me and trust....
Dust and a steel bluish wall affected by the light, brightened up, contrast even deeper.
The window with sunlight, awakened the space, shaded the walls, alive.
A sexual experience, no clearance, just dirt, it hurts!
War, a secret mission, forest and fear.
Playing violin, improvisation among the unknown.
A flood, which brakes the path between me and trust....
Dust and a steel bluish wall affected by the light, brightened up, contrast even deeper.
The window with sunlight, awakened the space, shaded the walls, alive.
A sexual experience, no clearance, just dirt, it hurts!
Crocodiles. Don't forget crocodiles.
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