songs

she was showing
skillness in oblivion
she was blushing
with memories
The man gave
the man took all
the man died
the man awoke up
she was showing
skillness
she was in time
she remembers all
my skin so soft and pale
iron wrote on my soft sweet skin
like a new ink burning flesh beyond
and the word was sad thereafter and was free dome
Paul ignored then my skin and was nervous
he thought I was uncommon or vulgar, whatever
the impression was obscene freedom, a distorted sight on view
my womb is full of Paul
my womb is full of gold
words will be silent
growing of wealth is in me
growing of each letter of a silent freedom word
written on my skin
long before Paul

neige incandescente
du beige clair
d’un fauteuil de bordel
aussi fort qu’un yo-yo
l’attirance du poète qu’on peut pas féliciter
parce qu’une force nous repousse et un rebond
nous attire vers son corps

she was showing
skillness in oblivion
she was blushing
with memories
The man gave
the man took all
the man died
the man awoke up
she was showing
skillness
she was in time
she remember all
my skin so soft and pale
iron wrote on my foft sweet skin
like a new ink burning flesh beyond
and the word was sad thereafter and was free dome
Paul ignored then my skin and was nervous
he thought I was uncommon or vulgar, whatever
the impression was obscene freedom, a distorted sight on view
my womb is full of Paul
my womb is full of gold
words will be silent
growing of wealth is in me
growing of each letter of a silent freedom word
written on my skin
long before Paul

neige incandescente
du beige clair
d’un fauteuil de bordel
aussi fort qu’un yo-yo
l’attirance du poète qu’on peut pas féliciter
parce qu’une force nous repousse et un rebond
nous attire vers son corps

cils subtils désire le vice
sexe qui réalise
s'habille du parfum
puis de la sueur
mon âme soeur

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